Prince Siblings Novels & Stories

"Fine, I... Well, thanks to you. Everything is easier now." And he was quiet. Distant, somehow. Still, she was okay with that. She never had anything to say. She watched him raise his champagne flute to his lips and tip it over then say, "I can help you find your sister, Elizabeth." She stared at him, shock etched over her face. She didn't know how he knew about her sister, but he was the Crown Prince. He must know everything. "Your Highness, I don't know what to say—"

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Turning to Prince Kinnison with quiet urgency, he rasped in a whisper that was like gravel under heavy boots, "Kinnison, where is your brother Antonio?" Kinnison straightened up, his broad shoulders squaring as he met his father's gaze. Antonio, the middle child of the royal family and an enigma of his own right, was noticeably absent. The prince, known for his carefree spirit and whimsical charm, had a tendency to follow his own path, often to the dismay of his meticulously orderly father. "Father," Kinnison responded, his voice a firm blend of respect and determination, "I am not certain. Antonio has always danced to his own tune."

Prince inquired if you had distinct issues for me or if they were the same item you two wanted to discuss. Princess, my sister, you are stunning. But I know Grandma wants to say something, so let's give her the opportunity, and then the two of you may go ahead. My Prince and the royal family are delighted to notify you that all of your ladies have given birth. All the children are five years old and doing well.

I could tell by Larry's face he wasn't bothered by the silence, but I found it unbearable, so I asked him, "So, how many siblings do you have? I only know about your younger sister, the crown princess." Larry let out an amused huff, "Actually, she's my older sister. As you may know by my title, I'm the 3rd prince. I have two older brothers, and I have one younger brother." Larry didn't have a pleased expression as he mentioned them. "You don't seem too fond of them?"

“Let us welcome, the royal family of Ramain Kingdom! King Darius III and Queen Bebenie together with their sons, Prince Rauf, Prince Keeram, Prince Farouk, Prince Wakel and Prince Aber.” I didn’t know not until today that Ameril and Keeram had three younger brothers. I thought Keeram was their youngest. The five princes who were standing behind their parents were all tall and handsome. All were oozing with appeal but in different ways. The second prince, Prince Rauf, and Keeram were looking stern and dangerous, giving us the mysterious kind of atmosphere. While the other three were smiling and looking so friendly. I didn’t know but I could feel that something was off among them.

The two princes are practicing the sword while the first prince is just staring blankly and not caring about the two brothers who are rehearsing. "Sebastian, you were an idiot there before. Aren't you going to rehearse? You know, dear prince, it's still a baby. Besides, you haven't marked it yet, maybe you can kill the child. Wait a minute. Time is fast in the world of people. Two years there is a year here. So you have to wait another nine years brother. Haha! " Teasing of the third prince Henry. Youngest of three siblings. The aura of the first prince darkened even more. And the evil brother looked on.

“I never imagined you would still keep a servant – and such a beautiful one at that.” Unexpectedly, the princess then turns to me. “How do you tolerate my temperamental brother?” The butler had explained this to me, too. In lycan royalty, the ruler’s siblings are considered princes and princesses until an heir is produced. Henry, George, and Emma are Alexander’s siblings, not his children. I have no idea if the princess is testing me, and I look to the king for guidance as I hesitate to respond. Emma opens her mouth to say more, but Alexander interrupts her.

Alexander was looking more and more like a girl, which added to his disgust of him. Victoria was so influenced by her father that she hated her brother as well. The late prince died two years ago, and the current king brought the siblings to the palace and appointed them with the 'prince' and 'princess' titles. From then on, she treated Alexander as the No. 1 obstacle to her taking over the throne.

Does that mean it is one of his weaknesses, his paranoia? I frown and arch my brows, realizing that in the short period I’ve known Asad, he always seems super cautious, always looking ready to kill at the drop of a hat. Suddenly, I’m reminded that the prince lost his entire family while he was still a kid. Every single member of his family, killed. His siblings, nephews, nieces, uncles, aunts, nobody was spared, aside from his grandfather, whom Asad is said to have taken after, and the old man does not live in the same house with the rest of the Morts.