Prince Of Slytherin 소설 & 이야기

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

lord Slog was almost holding on to his whimper, noticing that they were getting on their liege’s nerves. “Were they not the ones who came to us, so why should I be the one to show concern, to try and please them and gain their favor, when it should be the other way around!” The prince slammed his hand on the armrest, gritting his teeth as he tried to control his rage. “Apologies, my lord,” the two men quickly say lowering their heads even further. “I have hundreds of wizards, mages, and sorcerers at my disposal, so why do you think should I bother myself with some treacherous witches.” The prince waved his hands around in utter frustration and irritation after hearing such a nonsense explana

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

‘This guy never change his ways since we were young. Chatting along the way, mostly Veron talking, Damien huffing along looking murderous whenever Veron spouted lies from his mouth, Algar lazily sleepwalking and Vincent quietly listening to them finally reached their classroom. Entering their classroom, they saw their classmates crowding on one figure. A pale boy with golden blond hair and blue-green eyes with a handsome face but he has this fragile air surrounding him. “Oh, my~ isn’t that his highness the third prince?”

Never to just one opponent. Yet here we were, witnessing the impossible. Sir Sirius Black had beaten Prince Thrystan in a joust. The disbelief rippled through the crowd as the Prince flung his helmet to the ground, his frustration palpable. Gasps erupted from the audience, and I watched his curly hair, more disheveled than ever, fall around his face as he ran his hands through it in agitation. His dark brown locks tumbled wildly, mirroring the storm brewing within him.

Ore remarked with a disdainful look and her two roommates tried their best to hold their snort before they get punished for it Lastly, Prince Jaqen came out in a blue robe with nothing on it, it was plain from head to toe and his hair was packed in a ponytail, he was holding his sword at the right hand and his bow bag was hanging at the right hand of Derib who was walking closely beside him “If this Prince wasn’t as wicked as the devil himself, I would have sold my soul to acquire his love because he is effortlessly handsome” Alexa blushed as she placed her hands on both cheeks in admiration

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"