The Coursed Prince Novels & Stories

It echoed inside my head. “I am your husband. You will show me respect… and you will fear me, or face the consequences.” My body stiffened as I slowly rose from the bed. “My name is Luca Blackthorn. I am a prince—the heir to the throne of Dreadveil Palace.” A heavy silence followed. He was waiting for a response… but I couldn’t speak. I was listening—every word sinking deep, sending chills crawling down my spine. Fear wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Unofficially, it taught control. I tightened my grip on my backpack as I crossed the gates, dragging my suitcase behind me. The courtyard unfolded like a painting - manicured hedges, cobblestone paths, black-iron buildings steeped in centuries of quiet authority. The kind of place that didn’t need to announce its power. It simply existed. Students moved through the space with effortless precision, dressed in quiet luxury, exchanging familiar smiles and subtle gestures that spoke of legacy and entitlement. Above us, Ravenwood’s black banners snapped against the grey sky as a stage was assembled near the main hall.

It has existed up to our 8th generation. Well before each successor dies, they take up a chosen mate for their son that'll bore an heir for them and the Prince will be crowned as the next King. The former king celebrates their 30th birthday where they mysteriously give up the ghost. This has been going on for centuries and it was my turn to be crowned King after my father and take on a chosen mate as I was next in line to the throne.

As I say, the life of being a courtesan is not easy. “Good evening, Sir. I am Devon. I am a courtesan and not a slut,” I ended my sentence with a sweet smile. “What the fuck is that? But your job description is to spit on my Dad’s dick and ride on it, right? That’s still a slut. You are a slut. Courtesan my ass,” he raised me a dirty finger. I’ve never seen someone whom so immature yet mature in age. I bet this man is around thirtysomething.

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."

He has not yet had to stare death in the face, he still has a modicum of hope. “If you truly surrender, pay restitution for your theft.” The Prince declares. “I will happily give all the money I have, though it is not much.” “I have no desire for your coin, peasant. Your coin is insignificant to me.” The Prince sneers. “What can I give your majesty to prove my loyalty.” The Prince looks to his cousin, standing in the crowd of observers in court. “Your life.” The Prince replies flatly, a hint of boredom in his tone. Before the words can even register, his throat is slit and his blood stains the floor.

I raised an eyebrow, and she sent me a mindlink. "Shut up, do not say a thing." he voice snipped in my mind. I smiled widely at her. "Princess Luna Rori Oak, this is Professor Marcus Hunt. Marcus, this is Princess Rori." She introduced us as all formally and politically correct. I offered him my hand, but he bowed respectfully before taking it. "Nice to meet you, Professor Marcus." "Just Marcus your highness." he replied in a deep drawl. "Then you must call me just Rori." I responded.

She said with a malicious tone. “Then, Master, shall we just-” here he made a gesture of his finger moving against his throat. Kill! “No! Too risky. Especially now. The Crown Prince and the Second Prince have already returned to the capital. The Imperial Family is rounding up all their resources. The Imperial Family is strong, together or separate, they all have a deep understanding of one another. And they are all very capable.” she mused thoughtfully, taking another drag at her pipe, her manicured fingers tapping against the window sill.

Your prince SEBASTIAN,