The Exciled Prince Novels & Stories

He trailed off. None of this made sense anymore. Suddenly, Issac wished he was paired with a normal prince. This was not acceptable! He was walking on eggshells around the cruel prince, afraid to piss him, and met his demise. This was a fate worse than death! Prince Aldric tilted his head and smirked wickedly, "Aren't you going to rescue your prince?" "Huh? But the king… " Issac gulped down a lump in his throat. He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it.

I walked to meet him, he said nothing and continued walking. “How can you be so cruel?” I whispered coldly. “I'm called the prince of hell for a reason.” Valinor Nayla Xerian and I did it. We left the walls of the castle without being caught or raising suspicion. As we walked through the town, we had to cover our faces with our cloaks. The whole kingdom knew what the prince looked like, if anyone saw him out by the dead of the night, we would be returned to the castle.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

My crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flared with a dangerous, ancient intensity that forced every surviving noble to gasp for air under the sudden, immense weight of my majesty. Beta Vance marched through the ruined double doors, his face blackened by soot, his heavy broadsword sheathed at his hip as he led a contingent of six Bloodmoon executioners dragging the prince’s primary chemical engineer by his velvet collar. They threw the man down at the base of the dais, his rich robes tearing against the shattered marble.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

She also rested her head against his strong arm, showing just how comfortable she felt around him. “I accept you, whether it's your past or your future. As long as you can be a responsible man, I'll do my best to put what you did to me back then behind us.” “Even though I'm an exiled prince who once nearly caused your death?” Dustin asked. Elsa fell silent for a moment. “At least you've proven that you won't hurt me again,” she replied. Dustin smiled and kissed the top of her head affectionately. “Then you also know that I'll never divorce you.”

He had never been shamed all his life, he turned to look at Matt, who had receded into a corner, his head bowed like he was no part of the spectacle before him. Allerick wanted to drag this old lady and detach her head from her scrawny neck and afterwards repeatedly plunge his sword into Matt. He stood upright and tried one more time, “I am Prince Allerick of Avalon” Heather looked him over and again and shook her head in the negative, “No…no, I highly doubt that” He was infuriated, “Why?”

Our King Aldrich and Queen Helena are blessed with two charming prince Elder prince Sargon and younger prince Elijah, Taliis is one of the mightiest kingdoms of all other kingdom out there, our army strength and number was most feared and renowned in entire northern part. Elder prince ‘Sargon’ personal used to train and prepare every solider for battlefield, he was considered as most ruthless and most feared man of entire northern part, Elder prince was title with name of ‘Death’ since his cold and dangerous demeanor was sufficient to dominate his victims and even his swords skills were explicit, on contrast there was younger prince Elijah who more into learning literature and art and he was

the slightly taller man was elbowed in his stomach by the man beside him who reached out to greet Mikhail. "Nice to meet you. We'll be accompanying Prince William and the young hero. No need to act so stiffly. Address us freely. Call me A and him B." "Huh? But why? I have a na--" the taller man was elbowed again as he leaned forward, holding onto his stomach as he groaned in pain. "I-is he okay...?" Mikhail glanced at B as A shook his head and glanced at Moonshine. "Prince William went to get something and left you his horse?" A asked as he studied the stallion's sturdy body and beautiful coat.