Prince Reagan Novels & Stories

"Another day and we'll reach Magnolia." "Two days and all this farce will be over," the queen grabs a fan—one of her servants was using to cool her—and violently blows it on her face. "Let's make sure we grab the enemy commander alive, so that we can sue for peace, and they can pay for reparations. Otherwise, we can turn back northwest and prolong this campaign." "General Ferdinand Cartagena, a war veteran and an experienced fighter," the prince turns to his mother before looking at the road ahead. "He would be a worthy opponent."

She rose hurriedly, and rushed out of the room before he changed his mind and another screaming match began. ***** " Have you heard the latest happening?" Reagan rushed to inform Cisca the next morning. Cisca shook her head," No, what is going on?" She asked when she saw the sadness in Reagan's eyes. She looked nothing happened to Alden. " What?" Cisca repeated frightened at her friend's worried expression. " The King is dead." "Oh my god! How did he die?" Cisca exclaimed. Reagan clamped a hand over Cisca's mouth. Was she trying to put her in trouble? It was still husb information, and was between the council. She was only privileged to hear it because she overheard some guards talking about

He added in his mind. Yris’s lips curled down. “It should be the kingdom of Elhasa.” He said. Raine stared at him. “The kingdom of Elhasa?” he muttered. Yris heaved a sigh. “It is the kingdom where the princess lives.” He answered. “… ‘the princess’?” Raine muttered as his brow twitched. He has a guess, and it was confirmed when Yris spoke. “Yes… Her Royal Highness Alf of Elhasa.” Yris looked at Raine. “You are her reincarnation.” He told Raine.

Arcangelo Regnante had been 24 on the night of the event. He was visiting home after he managed to get a break from his job. Having been a Harvard Alumni, who had a degree in engineering, and a rather well paying job in America. His sister had gotten married the year before and was expecting her first child, his elder brother had been married for three years and had a beautiful little 2-year-old son. And now his mother was trying to get him to marry.

The library was empty at this hour. Good. I moved through the shelves with purpose. I knew what I was looking for. Pack histories. Elder council records. Ironmoor. Anything from thirteen years ago that could tell me what my father actually did and who he made an enemy of and why that enemy was still moving thirteen years after his death. I turned left at the third archway. And stopped. An entire section covered one subject i didn’t realise held my interest The Reign of the Alpha King. Year One to Present.

I wouldn't hurt such a small and beautiful creature. He laughed, "You don't know anything about them. Do you, Sienna?" He asked. "No, but you seem to know," I muttered. "I attend parties, fundraisers for NGO, for kids' welfare." He said. "Yes, I forgot you're the new king," I muttered. "I'm your husband for you," His gaze halted on my lips, "Only husband," My heart reacted before the rest of my body, my stomach flipped. Where was this conversation going? I was nervous and didn’t want to look him straight in the eyes. I kept my gaze out

My eyes roved over their figures, searching for the smallest hint, but it was as though last night had been a fevered dream, a figment conjured by my restless mind. I got bored conversing with them and took my seat the princes all gave their full attention it was rather unpleasant but then I noticed a movement. A prince stood up and I watched as he spoke to a guard, studying the curve of his jaw, the way his lips moved as he spoke. What was his name again? Prince Tariq of Ravensfall. Yes, that was it. I had overlooked him during the earlier introductions, distracted. But now, he had my full attention.

Her pale fingers drummed against the throne's armrest as her dark eyes assessed each tribute with the clinical interest of a butcher examining cattle. "How... quaint," she said, her voice carrying across the hall like silk over steel. "Ten little lambs, delivered right on schedule." Her gaze swept the kneeling figures before settling on one in particular. "And what have we here?" "Rise," she commanded, her voice carrying the authority of centuries. Caelum stood with fluid grace, noting how several vampires leaned forward slightly. "Your Majesty," he said, executing a perfect diplomatic bow despite his chains. "I am Prince Caelum Salutregui of the Ashan Federation. I come bearing words of pea

Dad drew a deep, shuddering breath, shaking his head as he looked to the floor again. "It.. wasn't consentual," he said quietly, "The Royals, when they were being hunted," he continued, and I could only stare at him wide eyed. "They began getting more and more desperate, as more of them were hunted and killed. Prince Reagan.. he was one of the last few. By then.. they'd begun.." He shook his head again, as though struggling to find the words.

“The big announcement we have this morning for the citizens of our great country is to announce the coronation of the New king, who is my son, Prince Richard Amaan and the inauguration of the new cabinet members who will be headed by my other Son, Aslam Amaan in the next three days. We hope you give us your blessings” Father stood up from the hot seat and made his way into his office. The reporters were still following him, trying to get his attention one way or the other while I find a way to get away unnoticed. “Father” I called out once I entered his office. I saw someone who looked just like me- the younger version of me, standing beside the window. “Richard, you’re here. Since the two o