Prince Of Poachers Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I caught him before he hit the floor. “Silas!” His hand gripped my waist weakly. “Still here.” Blood soaked through my fingers. Too much blood. Panic rose instantly. “No, no, no—” Outside, more engines roared closer. More soldiers. More wolves. More death. The Prince looked toward the streets sharply. “We’re out of time.” Silas tried to stand again. Failed. Silver poison spread visibly beneath his skin. Cold terror swallowed me whole. Then the Prince looked directly at me and said the one thing I never expected to hear from him.

I redraw one in the margins of my notebook, slower this time, making sure the lines actually make sense instead of just memorizing them. If I understand it, I don’t have to remember as much. The candy dissolves slowly while I work. The words are familiar enough to understand, but my brain keeps pulling them apart, twisting them into something else. I underline a paragraph twice. If crime follows money… then money follows power. And power always leaves a trail. A ledger somewhere. A deal someone remembers. A favour waiting to be collected. People think power hides itself. It doesn’t. It just buries the evidence under layers of respectability.

A relieved sigh escaped his lips. "What the fuck are you doing in our room?" The Prince growled at the driver, his eyes flashing at the driver. Just then, he glanced at Abels hands and how they were tightening around something. Upon careful observation, he concluded that it was his poetry diary. The one where he wrote all his musings, personal love poetry? What was Abel doing with that book? Anger simmered in his stomach, and all he could see was red. Without wasting another second, he stalked forward, his hands flying to Abel's neck. Javier pinned him against the nearest wall, a low menacing growl escaping his throat.

I couldn't imagine entering it and finding him missing. "You good for nothing PRINCE." I whispered in the night as I gazed up at the stars. "Wake up soon or I'll burn every book of 79 clues and P*rcy J*cks*n back at the palace. And I'll make sure you'll never get a copy again. Ever."

I rolled my eyes at this, which in turn resulted in a whack to the head. “That’s philosophy you’re reading, not facts.” I rubbed my head and curled against her side. “Philosophy, milosophy. It obviously came from somewhere.” “Yea, from the gutter-” Another whack. “Prince, this is not philosophy. I have proof, you know.” “Mm. Delude yourself and see where it gets you.” I yawned, waiting for the whack, but it didn’t come. Instead, the light-weight of a small hand rested atop my head. It didn’t help in my battle to fighting the sleep that overcame me.

However, it has considerably gone quiet. “Thanks, Vince,” says the woman appreciatively. “There is a rumor spreading all over the East. Rane Desoare is missing.” “How is that going to help us?” questions the one who remarked about needing help. He looks younger than most of the party gathering here. “Yea. I know he is a prince of the East and that he is notorious for killing his fellow mage with the forbidden magic. But what’s that to do with us?” “You know that fortune-teller at the corner of the Lunar Garden, right?”

“That’s quite a strong word to use. Let me guess, you are creatures that only exist in books.” “Pft!” Now the man truly laughed out loud. I glared at him, taking offense on his action. Luckily, a few seconds later he stopped. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me, but I can’t help it. We are real after all,” he declared. “We are not just characters in books. You are in the Kingdom of Phanteon. A world where only werewolves and lycans exist.” That’s it. This prince really had a brain damage, but after all I experienced last night and these past few minutes, I certainly could tell he was telling the truth.

Everyone stopped talking after the Prince's sister commented on it. "Your Excellency!" Then, Hunter stood up slowly and said respectfully to the Prince, "A competition on its own is no fun. Shall I introduce a bet?" "Yes." The Prince nodded with interest. "What bet would you place?" Darryl's guess was correct. The Prince was incompetent, and he indulged in pleasure-seeking activities all day long. He was an avid gambler, and Hunter's proposal to place a bet immediately caught his interest.

Many still doubted the truthfulness of the given facts but to those who wanted to venture the wonders of the world, it served as an opening for them into finding a new existence besides Kabinihan. The Prince weakly nodded as a response before speaking, “Yes. But sometimes, they confuse me,” he honestly admitted and that made Ulan chuckle a little. He then guided the Young Prince to his bookshelf and there, Prince Sari saw so many books. Some of them were a series that tackled on a certain topic. But most of them were about stars. He sure had a tough liking towards those celestial things. “Feel free to pick any book that you find interesting, Young Prince,” Ulan politely offered. The Prince q

In the few seconds the King and Prince rearranged themselves, I studied them. When we were young, Sadeon and I had friends, as much as a Prince and Princess from neighboring kingdoms could be friends. I would play in the palace garden and during Arsenal’s visits, Sadeon would join me. I liked the flowers and he liked the hiding places. I’d even had a crush on him back then, but it had been innocent. Now, I didn’t even recognize the man sitting across from me. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back with a single strand dangling in his face. His broad shoulders straightened with a practiced posture. His piercing green eyes darted between my father and Thaddeus as they continued their conversat