Prince Raphael Novels & Stories

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

my mother said to me. I hoped it was not what I was thinking but I didn't want to believe it. "How does that concern Raphael,there are many princes out there who will be willing to marry Big sister Amelia, Raphael is not even a prince"I voice out my thoughts. "That's actually where the problem is,we can't just let a prince of another country to become the heir to the throne of our land,this is the only vampire kingdom in this continent,we can't allow another being to be our king,our future king must be a vampire and the only one fit enough to be the heir to the throne is the grand Duke first son and that is Raphael"

That would be— Oh, Goddess. "Madame Dalia." Nine perked at the voice, both her and Mom standing from their seats as they turned around and bowed. King Leonard Byron had not looked like she had expected him to. She already knew werewolves aged slower, but he looked young, for someone she knew had ruled Raester longer than she had lived, and at his left stood a look alike of his. The Crown Prince. Unlike everyone else, he didn't stare at her with disdain, or disgust. Instead, his face bore something of curiousity. Like he wanted to know more about her.