Prince Of Slytherin Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

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."

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

Prince Stephen said, bowing slightly. "You don't have to apologize, boy witch; I have no grudge against you," Adrian said as he rose to his feet and approached Prince Stephen, reaching out to shake his hand. After they had broken their handshake, Prince Stephen spoke up again. "You are aware that my name is Stephen, correct? not the boy witch" "Oh, I know that, but boy witch sounds better because you're a little boy and a witch," Adrian explained, causing Prince Stephen to blush slightly in embarrassment at being referred to as a witch.

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

The pumpkin vines beneath Prince Adrian's feet instantly burst from the ground and wrapped around his legs like snakes. "Let me go! I'm the prince! I'm the chosen one!" Prince Adrian shouted. He thrashed wildly, cutting through one vine only for two more to wrap around him. The red glow in his eyes intensified, and he looked completely consumed by madness. "No… I can't lose. That throne is mine! The dark wizard told me that as long as I find the owner of the glass slipper and drain her power, I can be the prince forever!" My sisters and I looked at one another in shock.

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."

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

It became a reminder that they shouldn’t be underestimated. Her brain stuttered for a moment and her eyes took in more light than expected—the brightest from the crystal so far. Every part of her went on pause. The shock brought quietness within, a moment to feel the surge of power from the prince, like how it came as a declaration—a threat in silence—that he was someone who should not be messed with. And Alex just made it clear to everyone. “Prince Heath Alexander Castellan,” Professor Rhyb, the only one who seemed unfazed, spoke. “Class 1.”