Prince Reagan Novels & Stories

“This is an issue that concerns the very safety of the continent! How could she be absent at this time? She couldn’t be arrogant because she’s the only Transcendental in the entire continent in a thousand years?!” “You said it yourself, King Ruem. I want you to digest that fact,” Crown Prince Reagan replied to him. “Perhaps a king of a small kingdom like yours may not know what it takes to become a semi-transcendental but it takes a lot of talent, hard work and luck, none of which you seem to have or achieved. I would suggest you choose your words wisely or you may no longer have a seat at this table.” “Your side was the one to suggest peace but you willingly

Eleven Years Ago Kelvin Wilson was the fourteen years Crown Prince of the Mina Ray Kingdom. As the Heir Apparent to the throne, he trained himself on the defense and administration of the kingdom, and he was good at it. Not only that, he was feared by the other kingdoms. At his age, he accompanied the Military Squads to war, and he fought gallantly to defend his kingdom and the people he loved. The citizens of Mina Ray could not ask for any other Heir than to appreciate their good fortune for blessing them with a worthy one. Nevertheless, after the brutal war that left Three Oaks desolate, the United Nations Government stepped in, dethroned, and sent the two offending kings away from their k

"Princess Celine, you truly deserve your reputation as a Pregnancy Maiden trained by the Human Emperor himself. Three sons from the first birth, and all of them born with rare black fins! This is indeed a gift to our race." He raised his cup and laughed. "This is a happy day. I hereby name Prince Reginald Reeve the Crown Prince, and Princess Celine as Crown Princess!" Reginald was so thrilled he drank a little more than usual. Tipsy, he cradled one of our babies and leaned against me, rubbing his head against my neck like a spoiled child. "You're amazing, my darling," he said, his tone thick with sweet drunken affection. I could not help but laugh. "You're amazing too."

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

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.

He wished that his son would sooner forgive himself for the past than later, but again, Kane was a stubborn man. "I'm not the same man I was years back. I'm getting too old for this game and you know that. I hope you can be understanding and seenwhy I had to do what I did," he reasoned, aware that Kane was a prideful man who hated being pushed into a corner. "You're my only heir, the sole successor to my throne." "I'm not your only heir, father. Kate is very much alive, in case you've forgotten," he spoke coldly, fighting hard to keep his anger at bay. They had barely reconciled and yet they were already butting heads. Just like in the past.

He is Prince Declan. . .

"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" "