Prince Of Slytherin Novels & Stories

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

Draco, it turned out, was such a person. She quietly approached him and said, "I like this trophy." Draco looked at her, smiling gently, yet seemingly not hearing her. Camouflaging as Eighth Prince had dampened her spirits slightly, but she couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on Draco. Lyly sneered, "Hmph, birds of a feather flock together. Associating too much with that little rascal, his mind becomes as different from normal people as his." Felicia lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

I looked at him and waited for him to say what could be better than meeting those kids. "We'll give you the scholarship because a smart one like yourself should be part of those kids and not in an ordinary school, where you can't shine as bright as you should." Said, prince Jayden. This time I was Flynn Rider from tangled, my mouth was on the floor, and JJ kept trying to close it, I heard everyone laughing around me, but I kept looking at the princes making sure they weren't lying, but they just chuckled and smiled then ruffled my hair and then stood back at there very tall heights.

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. …

Slowly, he slid off one of his hockey gloves, showing me his pale, strong hand, and extended it to me. “I’m Zayn. Zayn Winchester.” The name hit me like a punch. Zayn Winchester, the lycan prince of the Silver Wolves Clan, the rival pack my father and Oliver had talked about with much hate for years. He was the famous high school hockey player who had beaten our school’s team in the finals last year.

A student raised his hand and asked: “Teacher, how is the hierarchy between the kings structured?” The teacher took the chalk and drew a triangle on the board. He said: “At the top, we have the unified king, who combines the powers of vampires, demons, and ghouls.” Then he pointed to the second level. “Directly below the top, we have three princes: Navarin, Kevin, and Sophia.” “And in the lowest tier are the rest of the kings.” Another girl raised her hand and asked: “Teacher, the crown prince Oliver is the same age as us. Why doesn’t he study with us?”

And the crowd reacts like he’s the sun they revolve around. Students- seniors most likely- straighten. A few girls whisper wjile eyeing him like candy. Teachers glance up and nod at him approvingly- not even trying to hide that he’s their favourite student. Lucien doesn’t acknowledge any of them. He doesn’t have to. Cause he’s got all of them wrapped in the palm of his hand. Golden boy of Ravenwood. Star athlete. Top of every list that matters. The one the school parades for the press. The one e6ven the shadows respect.

He spat seizing her arm in a harsh grasp as he yanked her to him rather roughly causing one of the crutches to fall as she stared at him a little taken aback. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking," She said looking down. His hold on her arm tightened to such an extent that she yelped and tried to free her arm but he only squeezed more, almost stopping her blood supply. "Are you a slave here?" He asked with a low sneer as his eyes fixed on her chest. "No, I'm a pet of Prince Draco and Dexter," She said calmly in the hopes that he would let her go after knowing this but instead he smiled and it sent chills down her spine.

he turned to the young man who stood up and took a slight bow. Lilia scanned him for a while, his blonde hair was brushed nicely and rested royally on his shoulder. From where she stopped, she could see his sparkling blue eyes just as hers, his tall physique and dimples when he smiled at her. He is indeed handsome just as her mum said but her heart felt sick by the sight of him instead of happiness. King Arthur glanced at his daughter, "This is Prince Philip of the neighboring kingdom Sunan, his father is my very good friend and it is quite unfortunate that he couldn't make it tonight" he said turning to prince Philip who stood gazing at Lilia.

He couldn't risk it. "Meet my brother, Zachary. The second prince of Casera kingdom," he turned his face back to Armani and introduced Zachary to her, "This is lady Armani Blackstal. First daughter of the Blackstals family." Zachary's entire system which was weak and blindly damped by alcohol initially, had come back to its normal state and the reality of who he had come to face with. The emotion was really undescribable. The urge to cry and tell her that he really missed her, and that he searched for her like crazy over the months overwhelmed his heart.