The Crowned Prince: Book Novels & Stories

He continued and I sunk back in my chair knowing too well that it was the end of my dreams. “Why, thank you Len. You may leave.” The King spoke in a surprisingly calm tone. “But there is one more thing.” Len added and I had no will or interest in whatever he wanted to say next. “That’s not important now. You may leave.” The King emphasized and with hesitancy, the doctor left. “I believe things are clear to everyone now. The reason why I want to crown Prince Jonathan as the next King is clear.” The King said and I grit my teeth.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

His smile made her forget, for a moment, that this marriage was not real in the emotional sense. The drive to the Cross estate took them out of the city until the houses grew farther apart and the land around them stretched wide. When the gates opened to reveal the property, Elena understood what kind of world Damien had been raised in. The estate looked like a fortress. The stone walls, the long drive, the guards everywhere, everything was designed to send a message: power lived here.

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Clara watched it all from her position near the wall and catalogued. She recognized several characters from the novel. Lysa was not here yet — she wouldn't arrive until the third week, delayed by circumstances the novel had laid out in its opening chapters. The crown prince was visible at the far end of the corridor, surrounded by the predictable orbit of students who had calculated that proximity to his attention was worth the social investment. He was tall and fair-haired and had the kind of easy confidence that came from never having had to wonder whether you belonged somewhere. In the novel, she had found him acceptable as a love interest for Lysa, if rather underwritten. In person, he w

"Effective immediately, you're fired." He didn't stop there. "Anyone involved in this mess, HR will document every name. We're doing a full internal review." A wave of sharp inhales swept through the crowd. Violet's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face. "Why?!" she demanded. "She's the one pretending!" "Pretending?" Piers's voice cut clean through hers. "She is the chairman's only daughter, the real heiress of Neel Corporation, Riley Franklin!" He looked down at Violet, each word deliberate.

“Another noble who thinks beauty is enough? Pathetic.” Embarrassment burned through me, but I refused to cry but ot in front of all these strangers. I knelt down and began gathering my belongings alone, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my hands steady. Just as I reached for the last fallen book, another hand picked it up first. I looked up slowly and found myself staring into piercing emerald green eyes. Kael Draven. The Crown Prince of the Shadow Kingdom stood there, tall and intimidating, his jet-black hair framing a face carved from ice. He said nothing as he handed the book back to me. His gaze lingered far longer than necessary, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quic