Spell Prince Novels & Stories

Prince Valor was now King Valor. Aynyra attended his coronation, standing beside him as he received his crown and sceptre. He had no Queen, but he had Aynyra. Aynyra stepped forwards and was blessed, receiving the band of the spiritual leader. A ceremonial sash was tied around her wrists, binding her forever to her spiritual responsibilities to the Kingdom. The sash was cut in the middle, leaving a strand hanging from each wrist. She sat on her throne beside her brother as the Priest chanted in Lystaria, followed by the court standing and applauding.

The Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

I broke the seal as the servant retreated. The letter read: "Your Majesty, at your command, I investigated Ms. Hart's fiancé and discovered he is not a mere human but a Warlock and Prince of the Black Magic Clan, known for their dark magic." The thought of Ella engaged to a prince who could wreak destruction sent my heart racing.

"Ahhhh, actually, I would like to abstain from answering questions like that. I'm just focusing on the events here in our kingdom. I have no interest in falling in love right now. Besides, I have never seen a woman that caught my heart!" "That is great, but aren't you the only warrior on this planet with a unique zodiac sign?" asked King Malik. Prince Arthur answered right away. "You're right, King Malik. I was born in the celestial spirit world, and my zodiac sign is Ophiuchus. I am also a magician, and I can revive ancient beings both here and in the celestial spirit world. In fact, I've revived many monsters in my practice with my 12 zodiac warriors!" "12 zodiac warriors? What is that?" w

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

"What are you doing here?" Fred was just about to answer when someone else spoke for him. "He's here because the queen called him. We need Prince Freds help to know more about Tamer magic in order to help you." Said PRINCE Ace, who had mysteriously sneaked behind us. His full name is PRINCE Ace Feradin. The most ungrateful, snob, rude, and spoiled bastard among the princes. He is an elf that has this weird mumbo jumbo magic that controls....errr more like plants and can see and talk to animals. Kind of like Snow White. Black hair and midnight blue eyes. Good looking but I still prefer Fred.

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

hissed King Richard Orlando Lie with his extremely rattling teeth. “We’ve all never expected that Princess Sumico can already use a bit of her blue supernatural power, King...” answered Mr. Serpent Win Mara with his quite relaxed fashion. “Yeah, she’s ever swallowed that shit and rubbish prince’s quintessence! Shit! Really and really damn it!” King Richard Orlando was heard harshly beating the small coffee table right beside his bed.

the kind voice says as he slowly comes into focus. The Elf King is standing before me, wet from both sweat and the mist of the nearby water bouncing off the rock. "Displacement always feels a bit like falling apart. Just breathe. You'll get your senses back soon." "Displacement?" I cough, gasping. "Just a special skill unique to those like me," he smiles mysteriously as he reaches forward and plucks a blue crystal from the clay of the cave and places it in a thick leather bag covered in scales. "The rest of my family?" Crouching down, I struggle to regain my breath.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"