Stellaris The Prince Novels & Stories

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."

Aeternum were the country that inspire Prince Saladin that he can give up the Battle Star Empire throne and instead brave himself to be come the ruler that he personally wanted to become. And at this moment, that is what he planned to do so, detaching himself from the empire and raise his own territory and kingdom for his own, and finally pays for the injustice and harassment that the Battle Star Empire has done to him. After meeting with the Aeternum President, that did not entertained his demand to support him to become the Emperor, he decided to take another route, which actually piqued the interest of the President.

What was she doing here with him? "I'm the sixth prince of the Demon Clan. We are seven princes," he replied, now approaching a chair, while Stella struggled to find a suitable reaction to all he was telling her. She burst into laughter, but in truth, her face had drained of all color. "Didn't Ivan tell you?" he asked, interrupting her laughter, and Stella blinked repeatedly in confusion.

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

He took off the headsets and glared at me. "What? Did I not make it clear that I wouldn't let you access anything in here?" He asked, frustration pressing in his voice. I went straight to the introduction. "I am Alpha Maseno, the alpha of this kingdom," I said confidently, trying to assert my authority. "I want those videos for the safety and well-being of my people." His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to rise from his chair and bowed his head. "I am sorry, Alpha. I didn't know who you were. I am sorry." I nodded, understanding his sudden change in demeanor.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

Elara felt the shift and understood that whatever softness she had seen was not a different version of him. It was the protected part. The part his pack received because they were his to guard. A man approached from the main path, moving quickly but not carelessly. He lowered his head when he reached them. “Alpha. There is a reply from Blackwater.” Darius’s expression did not change. “Speak.” The man’s gaze flicked once toward Elara before returning to Darius. “Prince Kael’s formal announcement has been set for tonight. Lyria’s rejection of Cassian will happen first.”

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.