Prince Reagan Novels & Stories

"You sound like you know his reasons for abdicating the throne." The man that had spoken was called Official Kieran Fujikiwa, also General of the Raester Army and Father of Kenji Fujikiwa. He bore redhead just like his son that resembled a lion's mane and scars on his face to show how many wars he had fought in, and come out alive Ever since the wars ended, he retired, but now, there was a look in his eyes that bore excitement. Like he expected all of this to end in a war. Only thing was, whose side was he going to be on?

Crown Prince Reagan, the eldest son of Harry IV, the king of Estados who ruled over the second strongest territory of Idaho. The Prince due to his intelligence and the smart way he used blades and swords, winning a lot of award from battlefields was made the Duke of Idaho without a Duchess. The people believed he can handle everything as he was defined as capable and perfect. King Harry IV on the other hand grew old and ill. He couldn't manage or handle the Nation effectively due to his mental state instability and his son, Prince Reagan had to take over as Harry V but the Ministers requested of him to be married first.

As a result, the emperor concluded that Prince was uninterested in the Indo-Continent crown. When His Majesty, who was in his late seventies learned that Prince had returned to the Old World Continent, he fainted. He was airlifted to the Royal Hospital for a sick chick. The medics treated him with the utmost care His Majesty deserved, but he couldn't make it and died from a heart attack a few days later. All attempts to contact Prince by phone were futile. But His Majesty Sir Justice Maclean could not be buried without the permission of his only son, Prof. Prince Peter Justice Maclean. The death of the Indo-ruler Continent was widely reported.

"You ask a lot of questions, lady. Why should I answer your silly questions? You're lucky to be here. I think he likes you tho. He's never been interested in any woman. If you move fast, you could be his first lady." Madam Margaret explained a bit about the royal family to me. King Darril Harlow, the current reigning monarch, has three sons and 19 daughters. 19 daughters? Like, oh my, he must enjoy spending time with his concubines. The eldest Prince, Prince Reyne, died many years ago. He died young, when he was just 25 years old. He died in a battle. Madam Margaret said that Prince Reyne was nicknamed "The martyr prince." He was famous throughout the Harlow mainland for having a heart as so

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

Mendy's mother said and her father nodded in affirmative. “She is just like her father,” the king said with a smile on his face. “Hump, she isn't like you but she takes after me” her mother said and they both smiled happily. The king's family has always lived in peace and harmony even before Mendy was born, everything goes the way thru have always wanted but it seems like things were about to change. None of the princesses of the Kingdom was rejected by his or her mate before but now Mendy was almost rejected. She was rejected by her mate and it will always be written in the history of the werewolf royals.

I answered so easily that the light in her eyes dimmed even more. Just then, a servant's voice came from outside the door. "Your Highness, the three gentlemen have arrived." I broke into a smile. "Please, bring them in. These three gentlemen are the best I could find. I guarantee you will be pleased, Princess." Before Keisha could respond, I stood up and welcomed them inside. When the three men entered, Keisha froze. Her eyes went wide. Because each of them carried a trace of her adopted brother, Gregory Maynard. One had his eyes. Another had his build. The third had his nose and jawline.

And I had rejected her. I was meant to be mated to the sister of the four most powerful Alphas in the world. I was meant to have a Luna who held the Holy Blood. I had thrown away eternal safety, power, and prestige for the pathetic rush of bullying an eighteen-year-old girl. I was a king who had traded his crown for a muddy rag. When the last car door slammed shut on the path, the courtyard was empty. The coronation lights still burned, illuminating the abandoned food and broken glass. I was alone. The Blue Moon Pack had scattered like dirt in the wind.