The Crowned Prince: Book Novels & Stories

Crowned Prince Elysian asked as he lazily plopped into one of the soft one seat cushion inside the room. “Ha. ha. Ha. Nice joke, brother. As if you have seen me in such situation. Should I also ask why you are here when you are supposed to be with your lovely fiancée? It's your engagement soiree, after all?” She rebutted, eyes were still glued on the page of the worn looking book. The prince acted as if he was greatly humiliated. His eyes sharpened, he dramatically palmed the part where the heart was located and gasped.

I asked. "The crown prince is a great man who values relationships he acquired after knowing that person deeply. He is someone who should be looked up not only by his good looks and royal blood but by his way of dealing with people." Carmella said with a barely hidden sarcasm. I see. He's someone who flaunts his good looks and royal blood. He would rather believe those people who got in his good books and dealt with people according to what pleases him. He's an idiot, in short.

An agent of Aeternum embedded within the prince’s ranks, Louise had spent months feeding misinformation and fanning the flames of arrogance. “The Crown Prince’s ignorance is both my weapon and his downfall,” Louise thought, his lips curling into a subtle smile as the prince continued to bluster. “He sees himself as invincible, blind to the storm that approaches from the east. By the time he realizes the truth, it will be far too late.” As the council continued their sycophantic platitudes, the Crown Prince’s mind drifted to visions of glory. He saw himself riding triumphantly through the gates of Alemia Capital, the people bowing in reverence, the throne of Alemia firmly beneath him.

Wade, seated in a wheelchair, was wheeled out. I stood by him, clad in black with lips painted a fierce red. My high heels crushed rose petals beneath, like a harbinger of doom. "Elena…" Rosa went ghostly white, gripping Marco's sleeve, shaking like a leaf. Marco tried to keep his cool, bellowing. "Elena! This is my wedding day! Are you trying to stage a coup right now?" I let out a soft laugh and clapped my hands. Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

“You don’t get to auction me off like some antique material.” “You exist for the Crown,” she shot back. Anger rose deep within me, making it hard for me to breathe. I didn’t want to get married yet. I was a man that liked both men and women. And although I had been with women, I had never been with a man. Being a prince wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The media was always in my face, and even the people I slept with could make a ton of money if they disclosed stuff about me.

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

On the night when the moon was at its fullest, I washed away the disguise from my face, revealing my true, breathtaking appearance. Amid the howls of countless wolves, I stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the path to the throne. Below the throne, Alpha Cael, High Priest Zephyr, and High Healer Lorian knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing the hem of my dress. I turned, looking out over the land I had conquered with my own hands. From this moment on, I was the one and only Alpha Queen of this world.

At the centre of the garden, there was a table that was adorned with small crowns here and there. Hurriedly I took a shower and got ready. I was about to leave when the door of my room was barged. My princess with a cute pout, hands folded on her chest stood there. She was looking like a princess in her long blue gown with a bow in front. A blue cape was tied to her neck and she was wearing a silver crown on her head. A sash saying birthday girl hung in the front. I crouched to her level and held my ear.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.