The Coursed Prince Novels & Stories

There were two enough in there so I just split up and stood next to him, while we were in front of his house. "Do you want to hear a story, Elona?" I secretly looked at him and I could clearly see in his eyes the pain he was hiding. I stopped asking questions and just turned my attention back to the front. "What's that?" my simple answer. "Once upon a time, there was a cursed Prince that every 12 midnight in the evening he will be an animal that everyone will be scared of. He's hiding his self to his own benefits. He already has the luxury and all--but, he's still not yet happy. " I just listened to what he was saying.

That's right, reviving the Demon Emperor was a big step for them to revive the Demon Race! For this reason, the prince was destined to stay here today! The prince was still sneering. These Demons, lackeys, and stray dogs! They had underestimated his strength and abilities! He was the prince with the bloodline of the Immortal King! Who the hell were they! How dare they compare themselves to him? They were simply courting death! However, just as the prince was about to wipe out these ungrateful demons, he felt that the territory was constantly shaking!

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

said Cory, looking at Hayden strangely. Hayden chuckled softly. His laughter grew louder and louder until he was cackling madly. “Hayden?” Whispered Cory. “Come here,” said the Prince, a strange grin on his face. A trickle of fear slid through Cory. The Prince’s eyes looked strange. He seemed dazed somehow. She took a step backwards. Hayden took a step forwards. Or at least, someone who looked an awful lot like Hayden took a step forwards. Her heart was racing. “You’re not Hayden,” said Cory softly.

Every single person in the room, including the older lords and Alphas, bowed deeply in respect. The Prince stood tall and imposing, wearing a midnight-blue doublet woven with intricate silver thread. A heavy cloak of pristine white fur cascaded from his broad shoulders, secured at his throat by a massive sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf and moon. Gold embroidery traced his sleeves, demanding authority. He walked down the line, inspecting each woman. I was the very last one. When his sharp eyes finally locked onto me, a sudden, primal roar echoed deep within my core. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation.

It never does. Across the courtyard, the prince reclined on his cushions like a man auditioning for a painting. The kind of opulence you only earn by being born in the right house was draped on everything he touched: gold-thread pillows, cords of pearls, the amused attention of a hundred eyes. A masked dancer bent to him and he barely looked. Boredom in a crown is still boredom. And then the floor changed. Noise broke like glass. Not because the drums cracked or the flutes fell out of tune but because the air leaned forward. A movement that didn’t belong cut across the choreography. I felt it before I identified it.

he bowed and grabs the princess' hands and kissed the back of the palm in a gentle touch "you're such an ASSHOLE!" the princess pull back her hands and "Pfft! (giggles) ahem we apologize, your highness, we're from the kingdom of Quilde, I'm prince calben the third prince and his my brother the second prince, we were just wandering around here and it is our first so we " the younger brother explained and holds his laugh Prince Dagorlad chivalric ended as he heard the word ASSHOLE "ME? ASSHOLE?!" Prince Dagorlad retorted "YOU BITCH! "

Armano said, looking out toward the archway, "Fenris knows a traitor when he smells one." The heavy doors to the courtyard groaned open, interrupting the moment. Prince Cian strode in, flanked by four guards. He was wearing a uniform today, crisp and grey, with a sash of silver across his chest. He looked every inch the Prince—arrogant, polished, and cold. His eyes swept over the courtyard, taking in the chained beast, then me, then Armano. His lip curled in disgust as he looked at Fenris.

Why is he here instead of a picture of the said prince? Then it slowly started to get clearer to me; his godlike strength and speed, his unmatched wealth, the power and aura he carries with just a step. Even though I want to deny it, I know nothing about his actual childhood and it isn't a coincidence that their names are the same. Marcus is royalty! He is the Crowm prince!! BHAMMMM!! A loud sound hit my ears and the car was instantly swerved to the side. Before I knew what was happening, the car crashed into something hard, pushing me forward on my seat and making me hit my head against the chair in front of me.