Spell Prince Novels & Stories

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…”

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.”

He made a dramatic pause now and I was really holding myself back from wiping that slight smirk on his lips— a smirk that apparently only I could see. “Now, the Prince is a Combatant, which means that with his loss, he has to lose all that makes him above the other person who had won.” He slowed down the speed of his utterance now. “In other words, the Prince had lost all his Claw Points to Ava Varyn, meaning that the girl, Ava, is currently the highest ranking Combatant in Moonspire— not the Prince.” He told my father in conclusion. He said that last part with an obvious hint of pleasure in his voice but then I wasn’t focusing on his ridicule anymore.

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.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

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.