Problematic Prince Spoilers Novels & Stories

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

She asked to be sure if her Lady was really listening to her. May nodded and gestured for her to continue. "Now let's move to the people you'll most likely come across, the seven princes. Kingdom of the great Wohsland is blessed with seven handsome princes, I'll start with the first prince. The first prince; prince Amory is the crown prince and is known to be the future ruler of the kingdom. He has a good reputation and he is also known to be a peacemaker. There are rumours that he is the King's favourite. The second prince; prince Logan is a good warrior and he is also knowledgeable but he can be really intimidating, you should avoid him." Arin warned her Lady before she continued with her

He must have been really shocked to be forced to speak. “Yes, I am,” Ray nods. “Oh God, I can’t believe it. The death of the eight princes was a shocking tragedy. It threw everyone off balance. I can’t believe one survived,” Scott says. “No, he isn’t part of the eight princes. He’s illegitimate. Turns out the late Alpha had a child with a palace Omega, and she gave birth to the prince.” “Wait, you want an illegitimate prince to rule your pack? Isn’t that against the custom?” I ask, not quite understanding this whole thing.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

“Do you think they would put their life on the line for someone they can’t even call on for help if they need it? If you were in their shoes, would you?” I sighed. “No.” I would have thought the guy was an asshole. I would have never entertained the idea because of his origins. It was this same reason why I stuck with land folks. “Hmmm,” Gramps droned and started pacing again. “Carry on.” All confidence from before was no longer with me. I was ripped open and my wounds were raw. My mind backtracked, trying to recall where I left off. “Shelly suggested that the Antarctican Prince, the one the Princess is supposed to marry, is on land. He has protection. Enough guards to help us. She advised a

to his feet. "Emily, wake up! He's not Cayden!" Prince sounded desperate. Again, the masked guy laughed. While accepting Emily's help, he rose to his feet. "Princeton, you can't erase me from this life. Even if you kill me and take my identity, you will still be known as a fraud. Unless you can show people that your brother is still alive." "And let you kill him again?" Prince stepped closer. "Don't dream!" Prince's fist landed on his face. The mask slipped off, falling near Emily's feet. Then, Prince beat him repeatedly. Emily couldn't bear to watch it. Her tears were no longer unbearable.

As stealthily as I can, I rise from the couch and tiptoe to the door, pressing my ear against the wood and straining to hear the hushed conversation in the entryway. “What news about the Princess?” Roger asks, his voice slightly muffled by the distance and the shuffling of donning shoes and coats. “Nothing yet, but I don’t think this was some accident. The timing is too suspicious.” Damian replies grimly. “You don’t think the Prince would have hurt her to help his campaign, surely?” Henry inquires, sounding aghast. “I wouldn’t put anything past him, Goddess knows he’s beaten her bloody more than a few times over the years… but I don’t know. It feels awfully cunning for his miniscule brains.”

Microphones. Reporters with hungry eyes. They were being held back by palace security, but that didn’t stop them from shouting. “Prince Richard, how is the king?” “Is it true he was poisoned?” “Will Eldenwald declare war on Belmont?” “Is Princess Cassandra involved in the king’s illness?” “Prince Arden, did you sleep with Miss Longman?” That one earned a sharp look from Richard, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking, expression flat, refusing to feed the headlines.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”