Prince Of Slytherin Romane & Geschichten

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!

"If you would please take the lead?" Without hesitation, the calm-looking prince rose to his feet and put a smile on his lips. "Greetings, I am Lazul Horacin Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy, a member of Sierpenti, and the first ranker of this year. One of my hobbies is stabbing people who annoy me." His grin widened which brought silence in the room and made the atmosphere turn cold. I stared at him with a cringe and looked at Delaney, who could only sigh. Wait, is that true?

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

“Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.” “That’s not what I mean,” I say, feeling my face flush. “You don’t remember ever… um… being someone else?” I ask, waiting for him to start laughing again, before I continue. “I have these dreams about you. About you and me actually. I think it’s long ago. You’re some sort of prince, and we’re on a beach and we’re… um– ” “I have them too,’ he says. “Every night, as far back as I can remember.”

Rhysand asked, not sounding like a four-year-old. Prince Ollivander's eyes widened as he subconsciously took a step back "What do you mean by that?" He shuttered as he took another step backward. A cold smirk forms an arc on Rhysand's lips, taking slow and dangerous steps towards the scared and pale Prince "Indeed, I'm a son of a witch but I'd like to show you how it feels to be an heir that was killed by his brother"

He straightened up, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Ah, the lady of the hour. I'm Vincent, Noah's brother, the one who shuns the limelight of royalty." Vincent, the second prince. His name was a whisper in the castle, a shadow that few spoke of. He had the same regal bearing as Noah, but where Noah was ice, Vincent was fire. "Why are you here?" I questioned, trying to keep my voice steady. "To meet the famous Lyla, of course," Vincent replied, his voice smooth as silk. "The one who's turned our world upside down."

Chapter 13 "To you, His Majesty, Grand Alpha King Apollo," I respectfully greeted the father of the Alpha King and the other princes, meeting his earnest and stoic gaze. "Your Royal Highness, Crown Prince Alucard..." I noticed him shift slightly in his seat, his breathing reaching my sensitive ears before I looked away. "And Your Highnesses, Prince Alistair, Prince Alejandro..." These two were twins, known as the Twin Garnets for their role as matchmaking cupids, often causing chaotic but amusing attempts at finding potential mates for others. "And Prince Atticus." My eyes then turned to the youngest brother of the current monarch and the youngest son of the previous ruling king.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

said Albus, handing Draco a ball of red light the size of a tennis ball in his hand. The red ball of light sucked Draco into it, and immediately the scene before Draco changed. He could see Jergintarth carrying little Edmund around his neck while running toward Albus with a happy face. “Albus, have you heard? I am appointed as personal protector of the dragon prince who will be born. Isn’t it amazing?” cried Jergintarth, lifting Edmund high and swinging him in the air. "Is the dragon prince special, Daddy Dragon?" asked little Edmund. “What's so special about the prince, Albus? Tell us. There must be a reason why I was chosen,” said Jergintarth, smiling broadly with sparkling eyes. His cheek