The Exciled Prince Novels & Stories

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

I'm sure you will get it right next time. It is hardly his fault that he has been unsuccessful with our guest. We've had him isolated since we collected him from the field where he fell after his violent attack on the capital. We were expecting to find a corpse, but instead, we found a prince barely hanging onto life, the weapon useless and shattered, his blood thick and pooled around him as he lay on the ground with an impossible wound in his chest. Until that moment, we were unsure if it was Primus who had transformed into that monstrous beast, a dragon 10 times that of a typical full-grown dragon, his wingspan large enough to black out the sun. When the guards rushed to find the beast, th

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.”

“I’m not a whore and I don’t want to be killed by one of your angry mates for lying with you.” Alaric frowns at me, like he can see what I’m thinking before he moves across the carriage and grabs my face with both his hands. “We will have you in our beds because you are beautiful and smart. We are loyal to no one. None of us has chosen a mate. We never have, and you are not a whore for lying with us. You will be rewarded for your time with us, pleasured by our touch and treated as an equal,” he explains to me, but everything from when he said they don’t have mates seems like a blur.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

At that moment, the Prince was sitting in the hall with a dark, gloomy expression. Walker had died, so he lost a key support man. How could he not be angry? At that juncture, Roston approached the hall hurriedly and spoke respectfully to the Prince, "Your Highness!" “Did you manage to capture Darryl?” the Prince asked when he saw Roston had returned. “I pushed Darryl off a high and dangerous cliff. Anyone who falls off it would be crushed to pieces; Darryl is dead for sure!” Roston replied, smiling.

She stamped her feet on the floor and whisked away. Zackeous watched her leave and sniggered. 'Did she really think her black magic worked on him, hmph. ' he huffed and tried walking but couldn't. "What the hell have you done to me!!" He screamed. Chief Medellin focused his eyes on the prince and points is sword at him, a dark circuit ran into the ground tearing it apart with Jeiel's warriors falling into it. Prince Jeiel who had his eyes on him long ago dived into a safe place and fell roughly on the floor, without wasting time Chief Medellin walked towards him in a swift movement scattering anybody blocking his way.

The queen asked. Shawn looked at her and said, “I placed him in the ice room until the day of his funeral.” “We will need to verify that Prince Aldridge has perished,” the queen stated. Anthony sniffled in the king’s arms and his eyes snapped open. He looked at the unfamiliar man then started crying a high pitched cry. Shawn’s eyes widened in surprise as the king shook in his seat. Shawn walked up to him and said, “I’m sorry about that your majesty.”

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 wasn't a strange ordeal, it was common for little things to get inflated and spread through the institute. Apparently, there was a rumor of Mateo cackling like a mad man as he broke a few of the king's fingers. It was what the word had gotten out as but.. in reality it was just a few chuckles and the king only had a sprain or two in his fingers. Mateo wasn't bothered in the least. After all, a showdown between the Mafia Prince and the King is no everyday phenomena. It isn't common for them to have much gossip to talk about, so when they get the opportunity, they enjoy the events unfolding before them. Mateo knew though, in an hour or two they would get bored and return to their original s