Super Mario Prince Novels & Stories

Being the princess of a wealthy kingdom she had seen many Princes and kings but something as beautiful as their face could literally lite a girl's heart on fire. The white-haired smiled at her. He had a lean body, but the muscles were quite not so ignorant. He had a perfect jawline and dark blue eyes, which were deeper than the endless sea itself. He was wearing his black shirt up to his third button as the other two were open, which helped his masculine cleavage to peak as he moved.

In the next second, Prince Lam attacked. "Prince Lam, the user, gifted Sweetheart a super tigerfish No.1!" "Prince Lam, the user, gifted Sweetheart a super tigerfish No.1!" ... In the blink of an eye, Prince Lam had eliminated nine super tiger fish number one. Add to that the one he had eliminated earlier, and he had now eliminated a total of one billion.

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.

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.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of his cologne, finding comfort with him being so close to me. Fingers running through my hair draw me awake, and I groan, feeling slightly disoriented. I open my eyes and am greeted by a fire roaring in a large stone fireplace, keeping the room warm. Strong arms wrap around me, and for a moment, I panic, until the familiar Dior cologne fills my nose. “Uncle Hunter?” I ask, my voice full of sleep. “Here, Princess.” He replies from under me, and I blush, noticing the broad shoulders my head rests on and the muscles under my fingertips barely concealed by the cotton shirt.

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

"My dad said in the old country they called him the Chinese equivalent of fire because of the way he was taking over the world. But, after he took over Australia, they stopped." "Why?" "Because water will douse a flame, but even the ocean between the countries couldn't stop him from burning that entire continent with his fire." Well, that's a bit freaky. "How does he manage running a pack all the way across the world?" I asked. "Beta Superior Eaton does most of it," she said. "His father was the ruler over Australia, and Alpha Superior Devereaux used the Beta to help overthrow his own father with promise of a title."

Will this be the end of him? *****😳😳*****