The Exiled Prince Of Auto-crafting Novels & Stories

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

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.”

In the shape of a starfish, the necklace held a blue stone in the middle. “Just because I am a siren, doesn’t mean I am powerless on land,” he chuckled. “Black Dragon, Odessa, the Atlantean Kingdom gives many thanks for destroying the second-in-command of the rogue army. We hope for you both to visit one day. My father, King Girard, has many gifts dragons would find priceless.” Creed remained expressionless, looking Thalamere in the eye. “Thank you, Prince Thalamere. That is most gracious of you.” I spoke for the both of us. Creed’s tight hold let go, pulling me up to his forehead.

Everything doesn't make sense. " What are you trying to say?" The Pope asked. " My name is not Luci, I am prince Lucido the last remaining member of the royal family from the Kingdom of Agura. Yes, I am a prince from the Kingdom who was destroyed by your Kingdom. I am the remaining member of the family that was murdered by your King!" Queen Amirah was not only shocked but felt an intense fear after she heard the truth from the fallen prince . "But how? All the members of that Kingdom's royal family was murdered by my husband? "

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.

It was a hint for Azrael to continue swerving Nae’s feelings. Azrael shrugged and gently stroked her Blade placed as a necklace on her chest. The Blade spelled out her true name, and other things besides, “The Prince of Hell is not in the Void.” she halted and formed a curve in her lips, “He’s here.” Nae felt a jolt in her spine because of Azrael’s remorseless, wicked expression combined with her ethereal and rough voice. There’s a reason why most of the creatures who stand in front of her get weak on their knees with just one look,

"Pull over here." Sudden panic has me clutching the door handle tightly, ready to blot out of the car at a moment's notice. "Be easy," Prince Mykal says, seeing my tension. "I only thought since you mentioned feeling stifled staying in the pack house, we could take this opportunity to walk around the city." "Oh," I say, relaxing my grip on the handle. "That does sound nice." The prince's grin is smug. "I thought it might." Prince Mykal turns out to be a gracious escort. As we stroll the city, he points out important structures to me – the arena, the marketplace, the first home of the first Lycan settler, a building entirely dedicated to displaying his people's art and crafts.

he asked, his voice was tentative. Arthur looked up at the starry sky, his mind drifting back to the past. "It's a long story," he began, his voice rough with emotion, surprising the younger who confirmed that he would get ghosted by Arthur if he asked the question. "But it all started with Our Prince." He paused, taking a long sip of his beer before continuing. "He was the last Prince of the country, you know. His father was a cruel psychopath ruler, a man who cared nothing for the people he was supposed to protect."

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.