The Crowned Prince: Book Novels & Stories

Lili replied, leaving the Crown Prince momentarily in awe. Later that night, Prince was secluded and engrossed in reading his late mother's notebook. As he finished his reading material, his hands shivered, and he squeezed his fists, paralyzed by shock. The following day, Lili brewed tea for the prince, who savored the tea in the frigid garden while reading. She pondered about the Crown Prince's reaction after reading the notebook. If the Crown Prince finished reading, she made plans to retrieve it. As Lili entered the garden, she noticed the Crown Prince intently staring at a large stone. The memory of her last visit to the serene haven flooded her mind. She approached the stoic Crown Princ

Reaching the prince’s chamber, I was surprised when I saw the number of paintings which were hung over the wall of the hall, all of them seemed new, the paint showing that they were newly drawn, and whoever had drawn them was a talented person, some were of gardens, others were of wolves, but the one that caught my attention was one that looked like the riverbank we lived in back home. “Come in” was heard from inside the chamber, distracting me from the painting, the guards opened the door, revealing the prince wearing pants and a loose white shirt, he was sitting on a couch, reading through some parchment, looking lost in thought that for a second, I thought that he was unaware of me being

I sat and whispered, “History of Dreadveil Palace.” To my astonishment, a massive book slowly rose from the shelf and floated toward me. It was huge—thousands of pages thick—but I wasn’t planning to read all of it. I touched the cover and said, “History of Prince Luca Blackthorn.” The pages instantly flipped on their own, stopping at a chapter titled simply: Luca Blackthorn.

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

More people will get hurt if he tries to chase us down… panic is already starting to form… Why won’t he stop? A sudden looming shadow appeared in front of me as I braced myself for the first strike of the sword. I quickly looked up and gasped, stunned to find the Crown Prince standing in between me and the crazed Knight. He held a sword firmly in his grasp and it was raised to deflect the Knights strike, forcing him back. The drooling Knight tried again again, each swing becoming sluggish and slow. The Prince took this opportunity to end his madness, burying the tip of his blade into the Knight who continued to make strange sounds. His body slumped to the ground and his eyes finally closed.

My heart races, and I dart my eyes back to Shane and his comforting look. As the darkness tries to edge in around me, my breath becomes shallow and weak again, while a doctor announces, “No more talk about the crown or who is the going to be crowned. It is causing the Princess issues. I’m sorry your Majesty, but the safety of the Princess is more important than talking about royal business.”

If they find out I’m a fraud, I’m getting hanged at the square. To make matters worse, the Crown Prince is handling the entire project. He might put me on his radar if I come into contact with him. Particularly if there is an out-of-place servant like me roaming around a ball filled with VIPs. He’ll handle my fate as easily as he handles anyone who crosses him.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable: