The Exiled Prince Of Auto-crafting Novels & Stories

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

The voice dropped, losing its polite veneer, becoming cold and absolute. "Prince Kaelen thinks he is very clever," the Architect murmured. "He thinks he can hide his treason behind his father's arrogance. But the Citadel is my laboratory now. Tell your ambassador that I have eyes in the dark. And tell your little Sky Eater that his stomach is not big enough for what I am building next." The golden coin sparked violently and melted into a useless puddle of slag in my palm. I let the hot metal drip onto the cobblestones.

Beneath, the river hissed against the rocks, pale with moonlight. I saw the football figure as it leaned against the crumbled edge. It was tall. cloaked and it's face was hidden in a shadow. “You have been following me for days now, why? I asked as I finally found the dagger that was as beneath my cloak. The man raised his head slightly. His voice was subtle, roughened by years of dust and distance. “Because you don't know the complete truth. Princess.” “Who are you!?” I asked sharply. “I am an exile like you are. But not from Callistan nor Ardonia. I am a subject to a cause that is older than your mother's ambition.”

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

"King Draven is dead! I am Prince Jaxon, and I order you all to drop your weapons right now! Stand down! Anyone who drops their sword today will be spared and sent back south. Anyone who holds a blade against Prince Kael will be executed on the spot!" Up on the high stone balconies, the mercenaries looked at each other. They saw their employer, Lord Garrick, shivering in the mud like a trapped rat. They saw Jaxon standing side by side with the true Alpha Prince. One by one, the mercenaries unstrung their iron bows. Heavy steel swords, wooden shields, and iron axes began falling from the upper balconies, crashing onto the stone floor with a deafening rattle of surrendered metal. The bloodshed

The one in front spoke, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I was afraid they could hear it. The warrior lifted his hand and immediately, servants entered behind them carrying large wooden chests. “These are gifts sent by Prince Draven for his bride.” He said. My eyes widened as they lifted the lids. Lisa gasped, even mother took a step back. Inside the chests were bars of gold, jewels, rubies the size of eggs, strings of flawless black pearls, and golden artifacts that looked older than our entire kingdom. Everything practically screamed how wealthy and powerful their master was. But it didn't feel like a beautiful gesture.

Imagining that she would again serve Dustin's lust made Elsa's whole body break out in goosebumps. After almost two hours in the air, the helicopter finally neared the island. Elsa saw how vast the island actually was when viewed from above. The island's scenery was also very beautiful. As a tourist destination, it would surely be wonderful, rather than being a prison for an exiled prince with a hobby of lovemaking. "Oh damn, that man looks like he's already waiting for my arrival," Elsa cursed when she saw Dustin standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his stomach.

The 2nd Prince of the Leonhart Empire, the Swordmaster in the age of 17, the mighty and merciless Hero of War and Battles, the sovereign of the sword Ascalon, and the greatest and most successful Businessman in the Empire, the Prince Caspian Tassel De Leon. It is amazing how talented he is in such a young age, but that's not the point! For the love of cake, HE'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER! A fictional character! An image created by the Author! Argh! So how is he here in my room?! In our world?! And he's alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic?! I must have gone crazy.

However, Violet, who was still living at Willowbrook Estate, had seen no signs of anything unusual. The only people around Hayden were the two elderly servants, while the other household servants were busy with various tasks. The servants who left to buy the daily necessities were being closely watched by Bun and had no contact with the outside world. It was a headache, to say the least. Carissa needed to take a moment to breathe. The Prince family had been dealt their punishment. All the men were to be exiled, and even Cedric would not escape this fate. Exile to the Southern Frontier wasn't so bad, at least. There, they would have some protection.