The Crowned Prince: Book Novels & Stories

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?"

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

The Crown Prince did not believe Alicia and failed to delve into her thoughts, into her pain and suffering. He failed to look at her, really look at her. He failed to see that a house lived inside her. She had secrets locked inside her house; her house was big and beautiful but… inside that house is full of secret rooms and hiding places once filled with innocent laughter and joy that turned to one of despair. Chuckling at what he thought was mere bragging, the Crown Prince said, “You can go now. I have nothing more to say.”

Moonlight streamed through the windows, adding a touch of sanctity to the illuminated temple. Tap, tap. The rhythmic footsteps of Crown Prince Kral resonated throughout the hall. His black hair was neatly groomed, accentuating his handsome features. His golden eyes were even more captivating under the glow of the candles. His tall figure exuded an imposing presence, emphasized by the crimson ceremonial robe. Today, Crown Prince Kral resembled a proud male lion, its mane flowing gracefully. Now, this arrogant lion descended from his lofty throne, crossed the long steps, and approached the delicate flower with the patience of a hunter. He slowly drew closer to Delia's carriage.

KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 15. ESMERALDA’S POV. I did not think he is the Crowned Prince. I heard there are four Princes, the Crowned Prince inclusive but for some reason, I did not expect it to be him. One of the Princes, sure. But I did not possibly add the possibly of him being the Crown Prince. I thought if he was, I would have known. It would be impossible to not recognize the Crown Prince—his aura is impossible to miss and the only plausible explanation in this case is that he intentionally hid his power from me. Else, I would have known.

Akshara suggested while Nora did the same and asked Akshara to do the hair. Akshara decorated Nora’s hair with yellow flowers to match her outfit. When almost all the brides were groomed, the announcement from dragon soldiers echoed through the air, “Hail fame illuminating majestic kingdom of Ayruzglow, Hail our legendary brave crown prince.” The word ‘Crown Prince’ reflected over the ice walls of the castle and reached the chambers in the eastern wing. Akshara’s heart almost skipped a beat on hearing the crown prince’s arrival.

The temptation of the ruling power of a kingdom can muddle anyone that could not stand to the morals of their own hearts. Crown Prince left the main street happily with Elish, not knowing that the Artemia Kingdom has already changed hands. The letter that was given to him by Crow is from the crown prince manor, but due to his unstable emotions at that time, he ignored anything that is connected to his identity which resulted in him being oblivious to the undercurrents that is surging back in his home.

Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

Here they come. An ironic grin emerged from my lips. "Leading the council as president in his second year. The next promising ruler of our kingdom!" He was in the center of a formation of 5. The others were at his sides guarding him against all danger. A set of colors resembling a noble rainbow could be perceived from their appearance. Stepping into the front, beside the principal, the prince, and my promised enemy raised his hand in greeting as the flag of the kingdom hugged his shoulder. "The first prince, Nicholas Winright Asphyxia!"