The Exciled Prince Novels & Stories

He was still kowtowing her while flattering a bit in the hope of her stone heart melted a bit. “Oh! So the rumor is true! Hahaha… Goblin Prince plucked the immature fruit which was meant to give to the crown prince. Let’s go. Let me have a look at this daring weird prince. It’s getting fun nowadays around the Eladrin Court.” She cheered like a little girl who got a new toy to play with. She hurried to the prison where Azalias was having his worst nightmare of his life. ==========

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

He said, getting their attention. "You see, a prince was exiled from his kingdom by his older brothers and sister, who tried to kill him. He had no choice but to run, clinging to his life." Xolvion said as the flames on the fire danced. The girls almost leaned forwards as they waited for him to continue, eager to find out what happened next.

The prince was barefoot, his trousers rolled to mid-calf and his shirt untucked and untied, revealing his chest and stomach as he leapt between the obstacles, dodging with grace the swinging pendulums that sought to knock him off his perch, his loose hair shimmering as he ducked and weaved completing the course to the congratulations of the menfolk around them. Watching the laughter on Harithen’s young face, Thaelen’s eyes met Sigrid’s across the courtyard, and he smothered his wince. Despite Sigrid’s disapproval, he did not regret turning Harithen, he told himself as she continued on her way into the building, disappearing from his sight. It was true that Harithen was very young, but the pr

The door opened, and Max entered, finding Felix on the floor. “Alpha Prince!” Max quickly knelt down to help his prince. “This pack,” Felix uttered in a broken whisper, meeting Max’s eyes. Max’s frown trembled, recognizing the look on his prince’s face. Each time Felix dreamed of something, he wore this expression—disbelief, complete shock, and terror. “What’s going to happen, Prince?” Max asked, despite his own fears. Felix gulped, looked at the ground, and whispered, “It is about to fall.”

Waiting for his assistant’s report, he was counting seconds for good news. However, the door of his room opened with a loud thud, revealing a ragged warrior. “It’s bad news, master. We lost!” “How dare you!” The masked man stood up and roared in fury, “King Vindel is dead, and prince Howard is an unexperienced kid. How can you loose such a simple fight?” He grabbed his warrior’s neck, clutching his throat. That scared man replied with grave difficulty. “It’s all because of King Xavion. He stayed at the Crescent city even after the agreement and fought with prince Howard.

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

The prince took a quick gulp before reading the letter addressed to my grandfather. “~Father. A lot happened after I fell from grace. I’ve missed you, mother and my siblings dearly over all these years. I want to tell you so many things, but perhaps it’s better if I don’t. Yet, there’s a part of my life I’m not ashamed, but proud to share with you. My daughter, Xanthea~,” the prince looked at me. My feet crushed the forget-me-nots and even though I understood every word the prince said, I really couldn’t see past my anger.

Alaric objected, before being abruptly interrupted by Addison. "This is a command from the prince," Addison asserted in a commanding tone. "Very well, your highness," Alaric acquiesced, drawing his sword. The buzz of anticipation filled the training room as Prince Addison faced off against Captain Alaric, their swords gleaming in the light. The imperial knights watched with a mix of excitement and tension, eager to witness the clash between their prince and the formidable Adelstein knight.