Prince Of Thorns Novels & Stories

He pushed the door open and walked in, just like the men had said; Elena had refused to do as he said, she was sitting on his bed with her arms folded. It was a very large bedroom, painted all through in white. There was a bookshelf, a gun holder and a few other items in it. A large single couch and a king-sized bed, their covers were all white in color; perhaps white was his favorite color, and that was understandable. With all the lives he had wasted during his youth, his hands were probably soiled with a lot of blood, so he did be a bit comfortable around white- a reminder that he wasn’t pure!

I heard the crashes and the screams. "Get off him!" "The prince has lost his mind!" Damon, always the strategist, had snapped. He pinned Elder Thorne to the floor, his teeth just inches from the man's throat. The elders scattered like prey, some of them shifting to defend themselves, but Damon was faster, stronger in his madness. Blood sprayed—whose, I didn't care. The kingdom teetered, cracks forming in the very foundations as our fury spread.

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

We’ve been fighting for months. I’ve lost more men in this battle than I’ve lost over the course of my entire life. Granted, by fae standards, I’m not old, but still, this last year has been bloody and gruesome. As I slide Lightning Wielder through the body of one of my brethren, now dark from Lorelai’s influence, I watch as his eyes go from the opaque white back to a soft brown. “Thank you, My Prince.” He whispers and I slide my sword out of his body which falls to the ground in a dead heap.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

With swift and silent movements, they emerged from the shadows, their dark forms closing in on the unsuspecting prince. As the prince's heart pounded in his chest, a chill ran down his spine, for the Forest Shades were known to be creatures of immense power and ancient magic. Their presence in the forest was a testament to the deep, mystical forces that dwelled within. With his sword now out of reach, Prince Edon had to rely on his wits and instincts to navigate this treacherous encounter. He stood tall, his eyes fixed on the encroaching shadows, as the Forest Shades encircled him with their haunting presence.

Thus, they created an organization and operated in the shadows, executing missions to find out where the Elves were hiding. Prince Ron was currently reading a book called Fighting Destiny. He especially liked the character Theo who was a handsome elf with the air of nobility and a pro with a bow. Yes, poor Prince Ron had a huge crush on this character. He had already read the book hundreds of times but he always loved to re-read Theo's parts. In fact, he knew some dialogues by heart. Ron was about to read his favourite part of all when the large doors to his room swung open and his sister rushed in with her train of servants who had their heads bowed and quickly stood at corners to avoid the

RHETT I couldn’t see my hands. That was the first thing that unsettled me-not the darkness itself, but how completely it erased me from it. No edges. No shape. Just breath and the sound of my pulse thudding in my ears. A pressure crept up my spine, that animal certainty of being watched. I started to turn- Then a hand catches my throat. Pressure settled around my throat- slow, deliberate- thumb pressing in just enough to remind me how fragile the space beneath my jaw was.

“Our prince—our *princes*—don’t stand for it. You crossed in chained. That gives them teeth.” “Bloodthorn doesn’t care unless they get caught,” another snorted. “Sell servants, sell orphans, sell their own kin if the ledger’s bad enough. Here, they call that a crime, not good sense.” The bitterness in his voice told a story of his own. I filed it away, matching it against my memories of Father’s face when he signed my contract of the Beta’s grin in the shadows. “One of the princes is already here,” the third added, nodding toward the infirmary building. “Theron Mooncrest. Healer. Judge. The other sent word he’s riding in soon.”