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“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

Prince Ryan scoffed. "As the king portrayed him. The prince's mouth is full of foul words." "Why don't you come down? This unsightly creature offers little challenge. A bore, to be frank." The prince retorted with a furrowed brow. "I detest needless prattle, especially from others." "How hypocritical." The judge descended with an overflow of elegance, a smirk dancing upon his lips. "Behold the fifth judge, Hellflower, embodiment of infernal allure." Prince Ryan snorted. "Such a shame, even Alexander, the most grotesque among the princes, would eclipse your presence."

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct.

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

"My apologies for disappointing you, your highness, but there is nothing more." The crown prince stood up and smirked. He uttered, "Is that so? I heard something remarkable had happened. I heard there was a strange light, did my ears deceive me?"strange light Duke Fedelin gasped, failing to compost his poise. "It's not the reaction I was expecting for someone who does not know what I was talking about," says the crown prince with a smile. However, after a blink of an eye, his face had turned into a cruel man who was about to do bad deeds. "You have reached my patience. I'm afraid if you fail me this time, you don't have another chance to prove your worth. You know what happens to those who a

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

Strangely enough, I felt more secure inside the cell away from these men. "What is your name?" Prince had his hands tied behind his back when he ordered me to answer him. "Cordelia Gabriel!" I slowly lowered my eyes away from the prince and uttered under my breath. "And you thought you could perform a ritual, practice magic under our nose to destroy our pack?" Prince Conrad didn't sound angry or anything, he was just observing my face. "I want---," As I began to speak, Kruz came from the side and grasped my hair in a tight fist, yanking them so hard that a loud shrill escaped my lips.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

"It's been a while since I last tamed you. You're getting too brave for my liking and I don't like that, not even a bit," I shivered from his threat. I couldn't move from the spot that I was. My eyes were getting watered with tears. Mason stretched his hand out to touch my face but a different hand stopped me. I turned my head to see it was Hunter who was looking at Mason murderously. "Prince Charming is here to save the day. Ooh, he's not on a fucking horse" Mason mocked. Hunter nodded at me, assuring me everything was fine now. "Move away, Princess, please,"