The Coursed Prince Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Prince Zane took off his royal robe and threw it to the floor. Erika picked it up, and held Aria's arm, dragging her out of the horse barns. Aria wanted to stop and get in between the fight. General Caldwell was underestimating Prince Zane because he was blind, but Aria had seen the way Prince Zane treated those who disrespected him. General Caldwell didn't stand a chance. Prince Zane was a monster. "That was a nice hit, my Prince. I guess the royal blood that flows in your veins isn't for nothing, it doesn't matter if you are blind or not, does it?" General Caldwell held his jaw and twisted it, as though rearranging some bones that had been broken.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Alruna couldn't prevent that, but she desperately wanted to keep Kara under her wing until her eighteenth birthday. The prince, sensing the lingering tension, introduced himself formally. "I am the Fourth Prince of this kingdom, Csepel. I served alongside Ryull, Curtis, and Skoll at the border during my training. We have a strong bond. If you ever need assistance and can't reach the king directly, feel free to contact me. I will do everything in my power to help."

The newly crowned prince of the Monakre Kingdom spat, "Why him? We can ask Duke Castaña instead! Anyone but him who betrayed Tori's expectations above all else." Venom oozed upon his words, but Cory refrained from replying to the feral prince who was beyond reason and who did not know the reasons behind Cory's actions.

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.

“Thank the gods you’re here. I have been searching the world for you.” The Prince panted haggardly like a swimmer who hadn’t seen the shoreline until now. Nothing about his posture was welcoming, the crease lining his young face, mirrored the worries that were obviously building inside of him. For the wealthiest and the most adorable young man in the entire kingdom, he was rather dressed like a commoner, with the girdle of his sword rounding the small pelt on his waist, and exposing strong muscular laps, almost like that of a yam tuber. The three birthmarks on both sides of his chest, were almost fading, a contrast to the identical ones on his left upper arm. His hair had grown long or maybe

Two soldiers shoved me into a carriage and delivered me to Prince Alaric's castle. But there was no wedding waiting for me. No bells. No celebration. Just an old steward who led me into the great hall. The fire crackled in the hearth. In the corner, a high-backed chair held a man whose face was so pale it was almost translucent. That was Alaric. Once upon a time, he'd been the dream of every maiden in the kingdom. But three years ago, a witch had laid the most brutal curse upon him.