Spell Prince Novels & Stories

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

Prince Stephen said, bowing slightly. "You don't have to apologize, boy witch; I have no grudge against you," Adrian said as he rose to his feet and approached Prince Stephen, reaching out to shake his hand. After they had broken their handshake, Prince Stephen spoke up again. "You are aware that my name is Stephen, correct? not the boy witch" "Oh, I know that, but boy witch sounds better because you're a little boy and a witch," Adrian explained, causing Prince Stephen to blush slightly in embarrassment at being referred to as a witch.

The prince beckoned him to come and the boy came out climbing the stage. "How old are you?" "I am twelve years old my prince." " What is your name?" Jeiel asked admiring the boy's courage. " I am Zackeous son of Jacob." His high pitched voice sang and murmurings where heard everywhere. "I admire your courage. You're a smart kid, Medusa's lucky to have you." The boys lips curved into a small smile. 'If only he knew he was a spy from the Wizards kingdom he wouldn't ave said all these words to him.'

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.

Here they come. An ironic grin emerged from my lips. "Leading the council as president in his second year. The next promising ruler of our kingdom!" He was in the center of a formation of 5. The others were at his sides guarding him against all danger. A set of colors resembling a noble rainbow could be perceived from their appearance. Stepping into the front, beside the principal, the prince, and my promised enemy raised his hand in greeting as the flag of the kingdom hugged his shoulder. "The first prince, Nicholas Winright Asphyxia!"

Blake replied quickly, "The thing is, that girl... she just rejected my son as mate and has become the official mate to some Phoenix guy." "Phoenix?" the man frowned behind his mask. Wiyzh-Sybylle Landia had a Phoenix and that was the first prince. He was a high-ranking wizard known to be very cruel to evildoers. In fact, they tremble at the mention of his name during torture. Even a very dangerous criminal surrendered himself after hearing that Savage Lord had been sent after him. It couldn't be that he was the one, right? Besides, that competition is meant for werewolves only. No other race was permitted to be even 100 yards near the site. "Is this Phoenix guy a werewolf?" the man asked.

Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

Chapter: I looked at Jack in shock, as if his words had fallen into my head without finding a place to settle: "prince ?… What do you mean?" Jack sighed slowly and lowered his gaze to the ground, as if the truth he carried was too heavy to be said easily: "Yes, as I said in truth… I am the prince of the ghouls." I laughed lightly, trying to break the strangeness of the situation, and said: "But Sophia is the princess of the ghouls, Jack. And you have no relation to her."

Jacinda chuckles nastily. "Stop with the games and tell me!" I snap, annoyed and frustrated. "Hmm. Just this once. I assume you've heard of Prince Alexander Filipe Reginald Kensington-Wield, the Crown Prince of the Lycanthrope Kingdom?" She reveals lazily, as if we are just discussing the weather. "Vaguely..." I whisper, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together.

Caspian watched the little Princess feel her fear and her tears, the Owl had reported to the other animals that the Immortals had been informed and there was going to be a war between them and the humans. ‘Who is she?’ Caspian thought, ‘Why would the Immortals go to war over her ?’ Personally, he could not wait for the war, hopefully, the Witch who had cast the spell on him would be involved and she might be more disposed to change him back. Caspian was a Crown Prince, more powerful than her father and even King Michael, his father was King Ortega, of Rhinelaterre. The largest Kingdom in the world and the richest but they had fallen foul of Encanto, the wife of one of the powerful Warlocks w