Prince Of Slytherin Novels & Stories

“They will be safe, all of them” “But the king can’t be kept alive, not anymore” Sebastian said looking at me, my own eyes widened and the prince nodded. “Sebastian, he’s your father” I said studying the prince’s expression, he nodded at me, letting me know that he was fully serious in what he was saying. “It is as he said, this is nothing but a mere game of thrones, and he is NO father to me”

The brown haired boy asked, curiosity plastered on his adorable face, as he generously admitted his mistake. “Hehe. The prince is a great talent, so are the hydra twins. But what you said about their last roommate and the intellectual quiz is wrong! The Prince has an outstanding level of intelligence, but even then, he has never topped his year group. Wanna know why?” The three kids were now looking at their senior, eager to know what the older girl meant.

Our King Aldrich and Queen Helena are blessed with two charming prince Elder prince Sargon and younger prince Elijah, Taliis is one of the mightiest kingdoms of all other kingdom out there, our army strength and number was most feared and renowned in entire northern part. Elder prince ‘Sargon’ personal used to train and prepare every solider for battlefield, he was considered as most ruthless and most feared man of entire northern part, Elder prince was title with name of ‘Death’ since his cold and dangerous demeanor was sufficient to dominate his victims and even his swords skills were explicit, on contrast there was younger prince Elijah who more into learning literature and art and he was

Caden moved to his wardrobe and put on a crisp white shirt without sparing her a glance, "I lost the mood to continue, I also need to get ready. The Royal Family isn't coming and I'll be receiving Prince Riven." Prince Riven also known as the Shadow Prince. He keeps to himself, and is rarely seen. It was surprising he was coming for Selection Day when he had never participated before. I wondered what had changed. Maybe the council was finally putting pressure on him to find a mate, though I couldn't imagine anyone being brave enough to approach someone with his reputation. Probably the council was getting antsy that the next successor was a recluse and there was this rumor going around that

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."

My new necklace—a gift from the prince just two nights ago—was a cool weight at my throat, the pendant swaying gently with each step. I was on my way back from the library when the flicker of torchlight caught my eye. Down the far end of the corridor, two guards stood rigid, speaking in urgent whispers to a tall man cloaked in black. The silver threads embroidered into his sleeves shimmered faintly, like frost in moonlight. “…Lord Blackthorn,” one guard murmured, his voice too low for most to catch. I froze behind a column, my pulse quickening. Blackthorn. The name hissed through the halls in quiet rumor, the sort of figure mothers used to frighten unruly children—ruthless, untouchable, with

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!