Sabong Prince Novels & Stories

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

Another one came forward. "It a pleasure to stand before you once again, your Grace". Gaius spoke with a forced smile as he stood with his wife Abigail who bowed to Nolan. Gaius Hagnarok- The prime minister. One of the heads of the table. Had an unresolved issue with The late king of the East. And has an eye for the throne.

Clothed in silver armor and draped with a blue cape with gold linings fastened by snake brooches, the subjects again bowed down, especially at his sword that was strapped to his side which had glowing gems on its sheath. “I see you still have your bad habit of not knocking, Prince Saizen Lifir.” The prince marched towards the throne to which the subjects immediately stood to give way. “You know I don’t really appreciate it when people like you mention my family name.” Ataba formed his right fist and laid his head there.“I know, I know. It’s quite a shame. To think that someone like you is only from the branch of the royal family, fate must have been cruel.” Everyone heard him pull out his sw

A few moments later, Ruth came back escorting Princess Diego Reed. "Speak of the devil," smiled the Prince. As soon as everyone was seated and had calmed down, a host appeared in the ring and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen I am Gilberto. Rules of the tourney are simple. This is a fight to the death unless you quit. Any victor is granted anything they desire from our King." The crowd roared with excitement. "Let the tournament begin!” Gilberto blew a horn. Diego Reed was the only one who did not look excited.

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.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

Joshua walked into the restaurant and saw Prince Sebastian. He frowned, staring at him, then sat down on the empty seat and greeted, “Good afternoon.” Prince Sebastian smirked and said, “Welcome.” “What do you want from me?” Joshua asked, going straight to the point. Prince Sebastian sat up straight and crossed his left leg over his right and said, “I called you here to tell you I plan on taking your husband off of your hands.” Joshua’s brows knitted together. Anger swelled on his face and he stood up. He slammed his hands on the table and said, “You bitch! What makes you think you can be in Shawn’s arms?”

Me: You dey mad, shey… Prince: I know wetin I dey talk… E be like say na your mamba dey control you, no be you dey control am… So if you fit do am, you go get control over your mamba and you go fit survive daring situations… **This guy is making sense o…** We began taking our drinks… Me: Bros, this thing go hard o… Prince: If you can stay without straffing for one month, I’ll give you my alawee for this month… Me: 😮 Huh! Serious? Prince: Yeah… But if you straff, you’d give me your alawee… Me: You dey mad! Prince: Wetin dey worry you? If you no straff for 30days, you go die? I dey help your life here… Me: Ok, deal… Prince: If you straff, even if na just 1 chook, you go give me your alawee o…

' sa pagmumuni ni Miks sa kanyang sarili ay may bigla siyang nakitang masarap na pagkain sa kanyang harapan, and the one who spoke earlier was a persian cat similar to Miks in terms of origins who lay lazily at the new opened window, with its thin head lift up arrogantly at him. 'Prince! Mahal na Prinsepe napabisita ka sa amin' Miks excited call at the sudden visitor rang in the living room and Eks excited call rang in both Miks and the other two minds. 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.

I had a tendency to leave my opponents teetering on the cusp of life and death, but how else would I show them that killing me was a feat they’d never ever accomplish? The void inside of me swallowed all pain, devoured it, and used it as strength to push back. “Don’t look so worried, Cole. I’ll be alright.” I said dryly. Cole snorted, wiping away the sweat and blood from his forehead with a small towel. “Yeah, it’s you I’m worried about.” He said, “Who are you going up against, anyway?” I shrugged, “No one important.” “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FINAL SHOW OF THE NIGHT. The Scarred Prince, heir to wealthiest pack in the world vs. the Prince of the deep South. Let’s give it up for Hael Ashford