The Coursed Prince Novels & Stories

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.

The aristocratic features, the sharp cheekbones, the height, the dark hair, it was the exact mirror of their Crown Prince, carrying an aura of lethal command that Kaelen had never possessed. "Prince Draven," an older naval captain in the third pew whispered, his voice shaking with superstitious dread. He fell to his knees in the aisle, crossing his fists over his chest. "The dead prince lives." "He is an outlaw!" the royal inquisitor screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. "He is an exile stripped of his birthright! Kill him!" Before a single halberd could level in my direction, a sharp, metallic clatter echoed from the rear of the nave.

Professor Hyle called out the names again from the scroll-" We welcome, Our next student from the royal house, the Prince of WitchWorld Dynasty, the elder son of King Nashall and Queen Kellnier, and the next heir of WitchWorld, Prince Priam Wilboard." The students looked back impatiently to take a look at his glance, as he stood up from his chair from the last row and started coming forward. He walked up with dignity and a warm smile. I saw a very young and handsome boy walking towards the aisle, He was wearing a royal blazer, definitely looking hot. From the side profile, I could see his proud face which had a decent smile too. He went and stood beside Jennifer. I looked at his eyes which w

"Is that the reward for my bravery?" "Yes, but..." The Prince placed the transparent bottle in his left hand while his right fingers hands touched my face. He stroked my hair, then my ear, my cheek, my nose, and finally, his thumb brushed my lips. "Think about this carefully, dear. Do you know what happens to a lifeless body? It rots, bubbles up, and is eaten by worms. That will also happen to your young, pretty body. You are still very fresh and sweet, only twenty years old. Don't you want to continue your life? Don't you want to meet the love of your life? So many beautiful things and happiness that you can't miss. You're sad and sensitive now, but your sadness will disappear in a few mont

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

When the carriage stops the next time, Alaric opens the door and waves me out first. The warm breeze blows against my lower dress as I look at the light outside. I climb out onto the stone ground, looking around at the large courtyard we are in, my eyes better adjusted now. There are three big archways that lead to each tower just behind them. The main courtyard has a few barrels, a holder full of different weapons and little else but some bushes and a tree. Alaric climbs out of the carriage after me and closes the door before quietly talking to the hooded man. When he is done talking, he steps back as the hooded man directs the carriage around, back out the gated entrance we came in.

I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

“Hi, Red. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Ki—” Crow snapped his fingers before the guy could shake my hand. “No need for handshakes, bro.” The guy laughed and shook his head before sitting back down. “Babe, this is Kirb, the Mobile Legends addict. Hyacinth, the social butterfly. And Haidee…” Crow pointed at the laughing girl beside him, “The horse.” Everyone burst into laughter while Haidee slapped his shoulder playfully. “But seriously,” he added, “She’s the early bird in our class.”