Prince Of Wrath Book Novels & Stories

’ So maybe Skylar was always meant to be one and with Julian as her mate and Prince Nathaniel nearby, she would be the most protected treasure of the Royal family… Well, at least until Prince Nathaniel found his Princess… And then they both would be protected equally. I close the book and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My Bloodline's book of spells. I return you to which you came.” The book then disappears from off my lap and I look over at Victoria before moving the blanket from my legs, getting to my feet and making my way over toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, I only take three steps before I nearly collapse as a sharp pain shoots through my whole body. Victoria seemed to move

“In life is a path set for us all. When we make decisions there comes in doubt. We doubt our capabilities to make the right choices. Most of the time, fate wins but sometimes the doubts become loud and we forfeit the fate set for us. In that case a new path is set forth, unpredictable and dangerous. By blessing him and the king, I am removing the cloud of doubt.” “Your path has been set, follow without doubt. Ek waoitupipi lierze.” My hand curled up his head as the blessing took root. “Can’t you bless them all?” “I do as I am shown.” I pushed Prince Kyde up, him flying away as if burned, straight to his father where he hid behind. My hand then stretched out. My eyes stared at the Vampire kin

I said. "My lips are sealed,"He imitated the same,"But be careful Aless and specially around Aitana Grayson,the princess of most ruthless American mafia house.She is death, Alessandro so do not come across her."Chase warned me of a phantom girl,about whom I've heard a lot but she seemed to stay low profile as no one has ever seen her. Or she prefers to hide herself from public eyes unless someone,who wants to die come in her path. "Don't worry Chase I don't do women anymore,at least not nowadays."I said prepared to leave as there is only an hour left for the sunset.

With great anger Bashiri walked out of Wycliff's study, but before closing the door, he again said, “Remember, uncle Wycliff if the existence of the purple-eyed werewolf is a disaster. Those beautiful eyes held the great power, hatred, arrogance of the Prince Theodor Archelius. Your beloved princess's life will be on the verge of collapse if an oath is uttered from the purple-eyed, dominant Alpha lips.” Wycliff pinned the paper in his hand tightly until it became a small lump. His big hand hit the glass table until it broke into two pieces. He wasn't concerned about the blood dripping from the skin of his hands, not caring about the fragments of glass stuck in the flesh of his hands.

The snow fell light outside. I was Killian Wolfe. Warborn. Alpha. No one questioned or disobeyed me but she did. She didn’t cry when I rejected her. She didn’t beg. She looked at me like I was nothing. I turned away from the window and reached for the glass of wine on the table, I downed it in one goal. The burn in my throat didn’t help. I gripped the glass harder and it cracked. I needed to bury her. Not her body. The memory.

Krista slammed the newspaper on the bar. Jane picked one of them, her eyes widening as she read the headline. WHY IS PRINCE OF WALSH HOLDING A WOMENS UNDERWEAR? The bartender grabbed another newspaper, her heart caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe the bold letters staring back at her. PRINCE TRISTAN OF WALSH WAS SEEN WITH A MYSTERY LADY ACCEPTING IN A SCANDALOUS POSITION. PARKING LOT ROMANCE ALERT: FEATURING SOON TO BE CROWNED KING, PRINCE TRISTAN

I’d get the file, disappear into the night, and be home before Belle stirred in her sleep. Or so I thought. The change was subtle. Conversations dropped in volume. Laughter thinned. Bodies shifted aside, creating space in the center of the room. Predators didn’t announce themselves. They made the world announce them. And then I saw him. Kayden Gravano. The Mafia Prince. Every step he took owned the room. Dark hair tied back, suit cut like armor, grey eyes sweeping with surgical precision. He was ruin dressed in elegance. Our eyes locked. His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

"I wouldn't say a war; you're so dramatic. Listen, as far as we've found out, they're relatively new to this area. If we show them our strength now, they'd back the hell off and find somewhere else to terrorize. I can tell you now, there's no amount of words in any language that would dissuade these people from their course. They're murderers Shane, you know this." I took a quick peek from beneath my lashes to see if he was listening to me. His face was stone cold and the look in his eyes was just a bit frightening. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had gone too far this time, but all he did was pat my butt, kiss my forehead, and set me on my feet before getting to his. I followed him out

Ash I spent the car ride watching my best friends mate closely. Her anxiety was hidden on her face abd features but her hands let her down. Her knuckles wer white around her purse and she twisted a ring on her middle finger nervously spinning it round and round. Her foot shook in a tapping motion to music that didn't exist. I knew the feeling, that overwhelming restlessness that makes you just want to run. She was on the edge of bolting like a nervous horse behind a gate. I felt for her she was classed as a mafia Princess and I had grown up a Prince and despite our parents differing parental approach titles came with restrictions. Hers were more extreme to a point I could not imagine, but I