The Crowned Prince: Book Novels & Stories

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

he started before I cut him off. “Maybe you should let me handle things and stop trying to rule through me. Your tenure has ended. Maybe you should give me a chance to do some actual work. The council would never trust in me, nor will the people if you keep trying to act like you’re still in charge.” I fired back, and he only scoffed. “You’re not fit enough to rule the realm. You think if I have other options, I would pick you as my heir?” he scoffed, and I chuckled drily. At least he had the balls to say it to my face, finally.

"May, don't tell me... you already..." How can it be?! She's still a kid! "N-no, not yet." Looking at me with a straight face, May shook her hand wildly. "The male lead in the book is a swordmaster, just like the crown prince. The crown prince is the commander of White Eagle Knights. They are the best knight order in the empire, second only to the Paladin Knights." I frowned slightly when she suddenly brought up the story about Alistair's knighthood. "The Crown Prince is such an amazing man."

**A CLIP FROM THE FUTURE/ PROLOGUE*** "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera said to the crown prince. It's funny how she was just stalking him a few months ago, not until she read the contents of the book entitled "The Princess and her Happy Ever After.” She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. That was her routine, not until she read the book that the handsome mysterious man gave her. Thinking about it now, it was too strange to receive gifts from a stranger on the street.

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

At the Blauer Hof Palace at Laxenburg, the young eighteen-year-old Crown Prince Hadrian is sitting by the veranda over-looking the pond reading a book when he was disturbed by his butler. His stature is fragile, with pale complexion and jet-black hair, his striking green eyes lowered earnestly at the book he is reading, and his gentle hand cradles the literary work. He hardly spends time inside the palace when not in the veranda, he can be found at the garden tending to and studying about the plants he planted or talking and working with the old man named Marco. He is also known to have kept himself from any kinds of luxury which his noble relatives found as taboo. He has acquired that habit

"I know she likes you." Prince Ron clenched his fists as he glared at Prince Kayziel with determination. "I'm not that stupid, Kayziel. I am the Crown Prince of Ashenmore which means that you're not only getting my body but you're getting my Kingdom along with it so it's either all or nothing."

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty. "You were naked..." I whisper, mortified. "This is my home,” he responds. There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat. And then it hits me. "Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him. I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.

The bodyguard following him snapped, “How dare you?! The pup Mr. Hoills’s sister is carrying is born to be his heir! How could you call it an illegitimate child?!” Someone sucked in a sharp breath. “What?! Hoills, the Lycan Chairman who rules over all packs?!”