Prince Reagan Novels & Stories

Nang malakas na natawa ang dalaga saka ko lang na-gets ang subliminal meaning behind the question. "Ladies and gentlemen, an aton guin huhulat. May I present to you, His Royal Highness...this nation's beloved crown prince–Prince Edward Liam Alessio of House Vega-Escarrer and miss Shannon Talavera. Maestro, music. Your Highness, pikahi!"

How many families of this realm have less so that the royal family can eat fish in a territory that does not naturally have it? The crown was currently worn by King Amon. Prince Joaquim has been named his heir at his moon ceremony. It was never expected that he would be named heir, as he was the King’s second born son. The first, Prince Arthur, was two years older than Joaquim. He mysteriously died days before his moon ceremony was to take place. He was such a healthy and athletic young man. He was attacked by a pack of rogues and senselessly murdered.

But I knew I was wrong when I saw the gun in his hand that he had been reaching for all the while and then in a moment, he shot Reagan in the chest. “You don’t fucking dare to mess up with me, Reagan.” Alastair took a few measured steps back before shooting him once more, the bullet finding its mark in the very same spot as before. The frigidity of his gaze was palpable as he uttered his next words. “You said I won’t touch you.” Prince Reagan winced, his eyes dropped to his chest as the wound began to bleed. Miraculously, the bleeding ceased and the wound vanished as he applied pressure with his palm and deftly extracted the bullets. “It won’t kill me.” was wh

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

"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.

The Moon crystal is a miraculous treasure in the vast land of Selestine that could not be compared to any amount of wealth. “What do you think are our chances of obtaining the first place?” Princess Regina casually uttered as she glanced back at her older brother, Crown Prince Rogeus. No emotion could be seen in her dreamy brown pupils, but Crown Prince Rogeus could not guess the thoughts that are running in the head of his little sister. As the crown prince of Artemia Kingdom, Rogeus is the eldest of the countless princes in the royal family, and it is also his luck to be born of the current queen which cemented his position that could not be toppled down by his younger brothers born of the

In this case I'm unsure what to expect. I finally made it to the front and stood beside Senya, and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "What took you so long?" I was about to answer as the priest began to speak. "This is an amazing turn out for our late rulers, may they rest worry free and peacefully watching over our kingdom in the after life. I will now let our king, their son say a few words." Senya stood taller as he made his way to the priest's side, everyone was quiet, you could hear the wind rustling the trees a few miles away.

Her temper did get the best of her sometimes. But no. Keira Warner, age twenty-four as of precisely six days ago, thank you very much, was yet again sitting in her converted corner cubicle outside the Crown Prince’s inner office, replying to reporters about the latest incident involving Prince Alexei “Naked Again” Stavros, second in line to the throne to a ‘ancient micro-kingdom’ called Wystovia and some big-busted model.

"This book was once written by a king from a very long time ago when many religions were in the making; the king was a sage and very intelligent. He wrote things in his book that were ahead of his time. The Saints and the preachers didn't understand and thought of him as a monster. He had a son and a wife. When his reign was brought down by the people who followed different religions and was unable to handle the truth that was written in the book, they murdered him, but his wife and some of his people preserved this book." “and what happened to his son," I asked. "I don't know" he sighed, "tomorrow is the day. Rose, you have to fight, I have to keep you here until tomorrow. It’s the order" "

As the day comes to an end, the entire palace remains busy. Queen Sophia assumes all the responsibilities of the king, from domestic issues to economic affairs. Prince Julien stays in the Grand Library deep in thought. He refuses any meal brought to him. Gianni and Gabriel continues to care for the king. Together with the queen’s closest aides, they look over the king’s health and safety. Princess Ariana returns to her chambers and begins writing a letter addressed to Leon.