Spell Prince Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

The man saw Harriet staring out the window at the rising sun. "My child, Harriet, the prince of Central Hyacinth who is holding Miss Miriam hostage and is controlling Miss Miriam, is a mage," the Old Duke continued. He explained that the prince had bound Miriam with the spell, but when Heath suddenly appeared, Heath injured him and cut off his right arm, breaking the binding spell and releasing Miriam from his grip. Thus, the prince fled from there and most likely returned to the Western Continent. While Heath, who finished the fight, was badly injured and passed out on his horse, running back to the Western Fort where Harriet was guarding as the Lord of the Regions at the time.

People's guardian" Name: Ligaya Esperanza (Dead) Status: Queen Magic: Fire Her name means "Joy" Name: Xander Esperanza Status: First Prince, Crown Prince Magic: Air His name means "People's Defender" Name: Luis Esperanza Status: Second Prince Magic: Fire His name means "Celebrated Battle Champion" Name: Antonio Esperanza Status: Third Prince Magic: Water His name means "Flourishing" Name: Hiraya Esperanza Status: First Princess Magic: Not activated Her name means "fruit of one's hopes, dreams, and aspirations"

It took ten minutes to wait until he was on the stairs next to his father, who seemed to be saying something. “You know what needs to be done, don’t you?” My keen hearing allowed me to hear. I disguised. "Yes I know." He responded without even moving his mouth, just grunting. “Don’t disappoint me, son.” The king said. Then they stopped talking, my instincts told me there was more. I wanted to know what they were talking about, simple sentences left me intrigued. But I soon forgot what I was thinking when I automatically noticed the prince. He was wearing a suit, his formal blouse with the initial buttons open gave the beginning of a rune that I wanted to know the meaning of. I looked away, p

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

He wiggles his eyebrows making Eli laugh out loud breaking the tension from their earlier conversation. When they reach the front porch, the Royal Guards hold everyone back while they walk up the steps to the front of the entryway. The huge ballroom doors are open as they walk up to the announcer. He blows the horn and waits for everyone to quiet down. Elijah looks around the room and spots Corbin in the back in a beautiful bluish green dress that makes her hazel eyes glow. Aragorn gets antsy in his mind as he hears the announcer. “Our Alpha King Tobias and Prince Elijah Granger of the Werewolf Kingdom and Witch Kingdom.”

I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a grotesque celebration of power. And I—dressed in red silk that clung to my skin and exposed my body to them once again. I just had to walk among them, smiling. Pretending. I'll be tossed to the last king then I would my revenge to everyone. And then came his name. Alejandro— The thought seized in my throat. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t breathe it. Couldn’t even finish the syllable in my mind. It sat there, sharp and unspoken, stabbing me quietly from the inside.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

he asked. Spiro looked at him. “You may still die,” he said. “But less foolishly.” Seraphina gave a soft hum inside me. I dislike him less when he is honest. That made one of us. I breathed out slowly. The decision had already been made inside me before I said the words. But saying them mattered. Words gave shape to choices. Words made roads real. I looked at Spiro and let the princess title, the dragon blood, the daughter of Tobias Viremont, all of it sit in my spine for the first time without flinching from the weight.

Bella POV I finished my homework after a hour or so, and thought of taking a hike. We have like a forest at the back of our mansion and out there I have the perfect spot to swim. And because I'm always super lazy, I only took a towel with me, and didn't even bother to dress into a bikini. And if I plan to stay longer there than necessity I pack in some food. I grabbed my K-way camper backpack and towel and went to the kitchen. As usual the chef was standing there, cooking, and as I entered the kitchen a knowing smile spread over his face as he looked at me. "So going on another of your trips, master?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and said, "Louis, you should stop calling me Master, it's Bella.