Prince Spell Novels & Stories

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

If I noticed any indication of danger, I would teleport with it without Dean's help. I carried out the instructions that Anonymous gave us. Unbelievably, the prince was sitting by a pool and gazing at the tranquil water. Bingo! I exclaimed. This is too simple, but the prince stirred and took a whiff of the air before I could reveal myself. I had disguised my scent before I went after him as usual, so he wouldn't be able to smell me.

Fine… let’s get you a decent punishment! With my hand, a glyph drawn on my palm using my own blood, I reached to the veins of the flower bed entangled around my wounded arm and cast my spell. The princess smirked secretly, thinking that she had the upper hand, wearing a mask of lies hiding her true feeling. {Priscilla’s point of view}

He was already at the end of the hallway when a soldier plotted him. "My prince" The soldier who's vowed in secrecy about this place, greeted him in respect. He nod his head for confirmation. The soldier continued his halted pace seeing him, but soldier only did made a few steps when he called him. The soldier immediately turned towards him. in a blink of an eye, the shadow man, which was a prince appeared infront of the soldier, left hand raised to air near the face of the soldier in a gray light, as he chant a spell. "La fortivoure" A forgetting spell. immediately the soldier posture straightened as his eyes glazed sleepily. The soldier continued his movement, as if nothing happened. Wile

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

I ask, looking around fearfully. "Stop moving my head around like that! It's giving me a headache." The Prince says, and I immediately miss my own body. "So?" I ask again, and he stays pondering silently for a while. "Oh, so the grand book of spells. Where is it though?" I ask suddenly, and he is shocked. "How do you know about that?" He asks, and I roll our eyes. "We are sharing the same brain, dummy. Now, where do we find this book of spells?"

Prince, the one who owned the cat form of Bjinx and Bjinx, the one who owned the human form of Prince, sila ang prinsepe ng mga enkantadong pusa. 'Miks, Eks. Aking kaibigan, hindi pa rin kayo nagbabago. Miks, dapat mo na bang sabihin sa akin kung bakit ka tinuturing nang ganoon ng lapastangang mortal na iyon? Hindi ba niya alam na isa kang enkantado? Na mapaparusahan siya kapag ipinag-patuloy niya ang pag-aabuso sa iyo?' Prince angry voice echoed in the dark room, may maririnig ring kaunting hiya sa kanyang boses ng sabihin niya ang salitang 'parusa'. Alam niyang hindi niya kayang mapaparusahan ang ma-abusong amo ng kanyang kaibigan dahil wala sila sa kanilang sariling mundo. He need to main

saying the king tried all the spells he knows but nothing seems to work and he turned to Crysta who walked near him in all worries. “Cry.. Crysta, why none of the spell is working on him. He spoke, my son spoke and he is alive. “ the king spoke in a choking voice, the people inside the room were happy that their prince is still alive but were in horror that even the king’s powers doesn’t work in breaking the spell. “Let me try, your majesty” Crysta spoke and closed her eyes and murmured something her whole body started radiating a bright white light her hairs sparkled with electricity but nothing seems to work to break the spell on prince.

The Prince smiled, and affirmed, “You are right. My father and the good people of Ridgewood, send their warmest greetings to you.” At that moment, Old Pa Walter was gleeful, and he quickly got up, and spread his arms apart. Then, he requested, “If you don't mind, Prince, I would like you to permit me to wrap my arms around you.” The Prince was humbled by such a show of respect, and he responded, “That would brighten my day,” and walked into his arms. At Horton De Spellcaster's House To ascertain the reason for the Prince's non-compliance to the forceful reconciliation with his wife, the Spellcaster looked into the magic pot. Nevertheless, he expressed petulant annoyance, and Irene was awestr

All that was in his mind was a prayer, a prayer that the baby princess would land on safer ground. The spell he placed would put the kingdom on pause for as long as it takes. It will make the kingdom invisible and untouchable. No one would be able to move or speak or even be alive, but it was only the princess—if she survived—that could break the spell so they could rise back and the killed people will be restored to life and maybe just maybe, Prestoria would be at its peak once more. “The prophecy has come true, now it is only the princess that can restore Prestoria once more,” he said in a squeak.