The Exciled Prince Novels & Stories

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

“He’s messing with you people; Prince Javier won’t do a killing massacre? He’s succeeding in making you all scared.” A clap resonated the air suddenly. Everyone paused. They looked around, only to see the claps coming from Javier’s direction. “Bravo, Elder, just bravo! You underestimate me, I must say.” He chuckled, with a palm on his neck in a sly smile. “Could someone call the fucking attorney or what happened centuries ago, would happen now!!” The dark prince yelled angrily. Shuddering in their spots, the Elders highlighted their fangs at the possibility of danger happening. King Vladmir on the other hand, dialed the Royal attorney’s phone number and in minutes he came bursting in. “Sorry

Bryce declared. Prince’s death was unfortunate, but Bryce felt it had to happen. Prince was becoming a threat to his plans, and he was on the verge of exposing everything to Adrian. Bryce couldn’t let that happen. So, when the accident occurred, he took advantage of the situation to ensure Prince was permanently removed from the picture. This also meant he wouldn’t have to repay the money he owed Prince.

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

I call it a spectacle. Prince Falkon was different from his brothers. He was a cheerful, sunny, and bright lad, even after his mate’s death, which stripped him off his strength. He cared for the people, the Variants, which King Oedyz saw as dangerous softness. He was exiled to Hades, a dragon’s dungeon, for reasons no one ever dared voice. Yet, he returned early, changed. Still bright on the surface, aye, but I swear I’ve seen the shadow at his back; a darkness he can’t shake.

However, Violet, who was still living at Willowbrook Estate, had seen no signs of anything unusual. The only people around Hayden were the two elderly servants, while the other household servants were busy with various tasks. The servants who left to buy the daily necessities were being closely watched by Bun and had no contact with the outside world. It was a headache, to say the least. Carissa needed to take a moment to breathe. The Prince family had been dealt their punishment. All the men were to be exiled, and even Cedric would not escape this fate. Exile to the Southern Frontier wasn't so bad, at least. There, they would have some protection.

I cried as I tried to explain. "I didn't hide. Elena had me kidnapped! And I was the one who gave you the kidney! She took mine and abandoned me outside the city. I only managed to escape and come back today…" I lifted my clothes, trying to show her the surgical scar on my waist. But after several days of recovery, the wound had already healed completely—there wasn't a single trace left. Elena burst into tears, looking wronged. "Elizabeth, how can you slander me like this? I donated my kidney to Mom! You ran away because you were afraid of dying, and now you're back trying to steal my credit!"

Behind his dark steed, dragged on a rough wooden cart, was an iron cage containing Crown Prince Arthur—battered, bloodied, and stripped of all his royal pride. ​Kaelen brought his horse to a halt directly beneath my balcony. He looked up, his brilliant violet eyes fixing upon mine with an absolute, unwavering devotion. ​He raised his broadsword, pointing its bloody tip toward the kneeling, broken Prince in the cage, offering the fallen empire to me on a silver platter. ​I looked down at my ex-fiancé, then at the man who had torn the world apart for my sake, and a cold, breathtaking smile bloomed across my face. ​The villainess had won.

The rusted wheel mechanism was frozen solid with age and frost, and the traitor was heaving desperately with both bleeding hands, straining to lift the bars while glancing back over his shoulder with eyes wide and bulging in pure, unmasked terror. When he saw us standing there, hands wreathed in fire and obsidian, his arms fell limp at his sides. His velvet robes were torn and filthy, his fair hair plastered with mud and sweat, and his pale face showed the absolute despair of a man realizing no Southern court would ever ride to save him. "No… you cannot kill me…" the Prince stammered, pressing his back against the cold iron bars, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I am… I am royal blood of

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel