The Exciled Prince Novels & Stories

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

Beside her, standing like a storm contained in human skin, was the so-called missing prince. You’d expect a man like him to look similar to the Queen or the King. Same silver hair, perhaps. A glimmer of nobility. But no. He looked… wrong. Hair black as ink. Eyes so pale they looked almost silver. And a scar over his left brow that pulsed faintly with purple mana veins. “I thought the Queen had only two children,” I whispered under my breath. Alaric’s jaw clenched. “She does. Or… she did. The youngest prince vanished ten years ago. Rift attack. Everyone assumed he died.”

I could tell I would easily like her as I got to know her. “Sorry, er, Elizabeth,” he said losing track of what he was going to say. “Prince Eric has been poisoned,” the doctor said immediately. “How?” Elizabeth asked, as I sat up trying to understand what had happened. We both fought the same wolves. I did not feel ill, I thought to myself.

He collapsed to his side. The prince stood over him breathing hard from the exhilaration. Damien forced one eye open. He thought of Grey and the pack. He deserted them and now they were being attacked… The prince raised his hand slowly. “Goodbye,” he said softly. “Old mate.” His claws descended toward Damien’s throat.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

A warrior whispered, “She sounds like royalty.” I snapped back instantly, “That is because I am.” The wolves froze again. Marek coughed softly. “Aveline.” I glared. “What? They asked.” Lucian stepped back, processing. “You are telling us you are a royal exile who fell through a magic portal into our territory.” “Yes,” I said with a shrug. “Does this not happen often?” “No,” he said. “It does not happen ever.” “Strange,” I muttered. “It happened to me yesterday.”

While the youth's face paled in shock, he hollered, "How dare you! I am a prince of the Jormund Empire! If you—" "Don't care!" Caleb snapped, beheading him even before he could finish. He tried to force himself on Tia right in front of him—it didn't matter who it was, as such sinister behavior deserves death! "He's a prince of the Jormund Empire?!" Tia exclaimed. "And he pretends to be a rogue cultivator and tries to humiliate me!" As she complained, she walked up and crushed the severed head under her foot before kicking him in the balls!

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."