The Exciled Prince Novels & Stories

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

Utterly not worth it. In this terrifying place, inside a small, abandoned, half-collapsed house, two men were talking. One sat calmly and elegantly, drinking water from a cracked bowl. The other was pacing and fuming. “The boss has gone too far, Fourth Prince!” Zic scoffed. “Sending you to a place like this? ‘Take over the Sacred Exile?’ It’s just a fancy way of saying, ‘Go die quietly somewhere I can’t see you.’”

They stop at our side, waving some detector kinda shit around us trying to check our contamination rate. "We have no time for these." I push them and rush in. The others join me, and Miles turns back, quickly locking the door behind us. The prince steps out of his tent, looking all tired and exhausted, his eyes red and puffy. He’s been crying about his father’s death. "The academic guards, the... the," I stammer, struggling to pass the information to the prince. "What? What are you saying to me?" The prince questions, confusion lining his features.

“For all the souls who sacrificed for the sake of this day, heaven is fortunate for you, today..” The brown prince was standing and staring at her with a pride that could not contain his chest. Everyone felt the strength through her voice and the sparkle of her eyes. "Today the Ilgara offspring's hybrid is coming back to life." She screamed at the end of her sentence and raised the last arrow to the sky, which caused enthusiasm to explode in their hearts, and they shrieked, raised uproar, and exchanged shouts of encouragement. "Now someone can pick me up." She uttered it before collapsing, falling from exhaustion, and the Bronze Prince only picked it up with a soft smile over his socket.

Celeste picked up her glass again, but before she turned away, she gave me one final look. “Do not come to me asking whether Adrian is moving on if what you really want is permission to keep him waiting. He deserves more than another promise that you might become brave when the circumstances are easier.” I inclined my head and stepped away, because there was nothing useful I could say without making excuses, and I had already given Adrian too many of those. I returned toward the entrance, where the captain on duty informed me that the prince had left the reception hall several minutes earlier. I asked which route he had taken, keeping my voice neutral enough that the question sounded like an

The aristocratic features, the sharp cheekbones, the height, the dark hair, it was the exact mirror of their Crown Prince, carrying an aura of lethal command that Kaelen had never possessed. "Prince Draven," an older naval captain in the third pew whispered, his voice shaking with superstitious dread. He fell to his knees in the aisle, crossing his fists over his chest. "The dead prince lives." "He is an outlaw!" the royal inquisitor screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. "He is an exile stripped of his birthright! Kill him!" Before a single halberd could level in my direction, a sharp, metallic clatter echoed from the rear of the nave.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

I said looking at her, her eyes widened and I looked at Sebastian who nodded at me, agreeing with me. “Sebastian?” “No, Celine, you have heard the prince, the choice is in your hands, I chose my side, it is yours to side with or against us” Sebastian said looking his wife in the eye, her eyes widened before she nodded and stood up. “This battle of yours is a lost cause” “You are exiled from our kingdom Celine, should I hear that you are here, the cost of it will be your life” I said looking at her, she simply nodded not saying a word as she walked toward the door.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

“Nice shot, Elissa.” He turned and looked at Felix’s face. The light hadn’t quite gone out in his eyes yet. The prince flashed a wide, wicked grin at the soldier. “Guess what, Felix? You failed,” he taunted him. He watched as the man tried to answer, blood bubbling up between his lips, and then he fell still.