Spell Prince Novels & Stories

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

Xander had promised to keep her close to his heart when he confessed and to visit her whenever he could as he was always busy with his affairs as the crown prince of the nation. He had mustered up his courage to tell her that he was the prince, afraid that she would leave him because of their status. His anxiety being met with gentle chuckles as Diane embraced him, telling him that she already knew since the day she saw his silver hair. Xander, relieved from his troubled thoughts then felt a little silly. Of course she would have known... Silver hair was the symbol of royalty in the Kingdom of Enoch. Nonetheless, he wanted to be the one to tell her himself. And he did.

"Oh, em, geeee! So The Prince does not have any ideas that his first love is actually a devil in disguise?" Mourge raise a brow. "Who the fuck is Sevastian's first love?" Red frown. "His first love is Sabrina...or maybe Sabrina did something again to have the Prince! Oh gosh! Mang aagaw ng Prinsepe!" Mourge wince. "Speak in out language, Red." Things is clear now. The Villain is just around them. They need to be more careful. Especially, Peach.

Hedard walked and climbed down the stairs towards the cave. “I am Prince Glam of the Ashenvale kingdom. Welcome, maester.” The prince said. “It is an honor, my prince.” “It seems like taking these stairs could be difficult.” He looked at the staircase. The Prince walked outside the big door and looked up. He closed his eyes for a bit. I think he is calling something. Maester Kael thought. A loud screech was heard above and the faerie dragon appeared and flew towards the prince. “Come,” Prince Gram said as a big wind came when the dragon landed. He walked towards the dragon. “Hello, Mareen.” The head of the dragon lowered towards the Prince and he placed his hand to pat the dragon’s head.

I snapped. "A scryglass!" he was still laughing heartily, "Why don't you just ask for a lucky rabbit's foot or a sprig of heather? I am The Prince of Azure, The Sapphire Nightmare, The Blue Incubus! I've defeated legions of men, beasts and gods; these scars are war medals! I wield as much magic as exists in any singular being and you want me to give you a common trinket like a scryglass?" My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

In short, he looked absolutely magnificent. Just as I was about to walk near him and drag him back to my room, a group of Alphas and princes came to him and sized him up. I clasped my hands together. Uh-oh. This can’t be good. “You,” one of them pointed at Axel. My eyes widened in shock. Isn’t he Prince Lancelot of the Wizard kingdom? He once tried making a move on me, but I flat-out rejected him. From what I heard, he is a very spoiled prince who likes to toy with the commoners.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini