Prince Of Slytherin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Some said they had black skin, someone said they were like giants and those with little imagination waited patienly to see them in the corridors leading to the Great Hall. Princess Alyn and Odeya fed on the hum of energy and put extra time into getting ready. Odeya already knew what the Prince looked like and a smile came to her face at his charming ways. 'Khalid', she remembered. Princess Alyn had been so jealous when she heard that she had seen him first but she soon let go of her jealousy when Odeya asked her to help her look nice. The Princess had squealed with delight and produced a red number that she claimed her look like an undead Princess. She lent her a silver necklace and combed o

Too bad, she is stuck with the Ravens. "How is your day so far?" he whispered softly. Valarie meddled with the books she is holding. "Just the usual," she told the truth. They both know how everyone treats her. To every kid in school, she is just a slave of the Raven prince. That title is not enough to protect her from the wandering hands of some of the boys here, but they all know not to go too far. Because the Raven prince is known for his possessive nature. He will not share even his slave.

I greeted the prince and he just nodded at me. A bit rude, don't you think? But I ignored him. I just had to get used to the fact that not every Fairy would be nice to me. I tried to get Ophelia to join in my conversation with Cole, but she was much too shy, the prince was much too obnoxious to join in the conversation and soon they left both of us alone. Later that night, I discovered that the Prince was not Ophelia's brother, but her mate to be or partner to be, I did not know how it worked in the Fairy world.

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

“Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.” Okay. This tour of the palace wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. I shook my head. I could understand the crush, but calling me a bitch... ugh! I hated that. “Thalia Red, the prince is MY PRINCE. Only ever mine, child. You know, he is my mate, right?” “Fuck the mate bond.” “I thought so too, but it is too hard,” I winked. “I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.”

The truth was that his comment about fetching her family and keeping them in the dungeons had been a lie, in all the years they had held the reaping none of the women who were brought for had even tried to run away. He had just said that in order to see how she would react to such a threat but she seemed to be unfazed by it, it made him curious, she fascinated her and he wanted to know how her little mind worked. He felt a little like a voyeur, he knew that she did not know what the prince looked like so she did not know who he was and thought he was just a gardener but he hoped that this way he would be abled to find out more about her without her being too guarded because he was the future

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

“You’ll be fine. Just keep breathing. I’ve got you.” But he shook his head, his eyes filled with a kind of hopelessness I hadn’t seen before. “It’s over, John. This is it.” “No.” I snapped, trying to push away the fear that was creeping up inside me. “You’re the king. We’ll get you out of this. Just hold on.” He reached out, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me closer. “You don’t understand. This… this betrayal, it could only have come from someone close to me. Someone I trusted.” His voice was weak, but the anger in his eyes was unmistakable. “Someone near the throne.”

Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation: “Perfect! Finally a perfect wand!” And he started the inspection of that wand again. …