Prince Of Thorns の小説・ストーリー

This baffled me as I kept walking up the stairs. I was yet to see guards whom I always saw everyday damned day but now, where I needed them the most, they suddenly vanish. I seemed to have been walking for twenty minutes when I soon stopped before a wide mahogany door which also had two guards standing by each side. Not only that, but I needed not to ask if Mr. Red eye was there because I could feel his presence. Call me stupid! “Good morning, is Mr….err, Is your boss in?” I asked one of the guards, who appeared as if he was dead. I was yet to get used to the unique appearances of everyone I saw in this castle. I mean, they all looked like 'the walking dead!'.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

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.

Casimir said seriously. “ Me? Threatened that you are alive. Impossible you are just a piece of trash and worthless thing." The crowned prince maliciously said. “ Okay so just let us pass in let us go in the portal," I said to the crown prince. While I am behind Cassimir's back. "Well, you're pretty enough to be my plaything, so I won't allow you to leave this place," the crown prince declared. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his vine-like powers, which were black and covered in thorns, directing them towards us.

Now only two of them remain in the throne room, with the edge of the young consort’s wings retreating from the doorway. Just at the first glance, both are apparent to be father and son. They look too much alike, except that the prince’s features are more refined with smoother features, including his horns and wings, and that the king has wrinkles on his face. “I was sure that after centuries, humans had realized they were only alive because of our mercy, sir. This news is quite incredible to me. Not that I am saying I don’t believe your source,” Kannax adds after a split-second pause.

Countless sparks gathered on the bow, crackling. At that moment, the prince looked like a god of thunder. It aimed its bow and arrow right at Fane's forehead as it shouted, "Die!" The arrow shot out, and Fane pushed forward as well. The Broken Soul Blade shot forward incredibly quickly. The two attacks clashed with a loud noise. The thunder and the dense black color clashed together, and no one could tell what was happening. Probably because they were confident in the prince, and also because they knew how narcissistic the prince was, but the other beasts did not attack.

The weak only know how to kill. Rian’s jaw tightened. The gold in his eyes flared. He looked frustrated. He looked trapped by the logic of the throne. He wanted the peace of the dead. He wanted the security of an empty courtyard. Thorne stood up. The chair scraped the stone. The Anchor is a girl. Thorne spat. The girl does not understand the cost of a crown. Every King sits on a throne of bone. I looked at Thorne. I looked at the scar on his face.

Third Person Point Of View: The prince stayed beside his princess’s bed for nights. She was yet to wake up, the doctors have said that she still needed to heal after everything that had happened to her. The prince was unaware that his love would not remember him, he was not aware that all she remembered of him was his brown eyes, and even the peace the princess tried finding in those brown eyes, were now close to nonexistent as she couldn’t see herself having any peace after what the king had done to her.

It is lose so I feel okay. Man enter the room when Ma covers me with duvet and caress my head over and over again. I can see tears in her eyes. "Do you feel pain in any other place Princess?" Healer asks. "Yes my right arm was twisted and it hurts a bit and is there a slave for my split lip and also I could really use some massage for my scalp. That man really tugged it hard." I think for a second and move my feet a bit and hiss a little.