Novel & Cerita The Exiled Prince Of Auto-crafting

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

"Of course, Vraxlon has always told us many truths about his kingdom, but there are secrets that only its owner can know and prefers to keep secret. The point is that in the dungeons of each castle, since the beginning of our exile, it was determined that the greatest source of our power would be hidden. Hyenna has its healing waters, Tennebris your pit of nightmares, and you your sea of flames... In the territory of lust, they say that as all the magic of the city is maintained through the carnal act, there are those who say that there is an artifact in the dungeons of the prince's castle in which magic is enough to give it vitality. Do you think we can try? I lowered my eyes to Vraxtarx ag

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♥️

Chapter 3: Old Love Nothing in this world has ever piqued my interest to the point that I would go to extreme lengths to have it. Until I met Grimoire Azriel. I don't want to be a princess. I want neither a crown nor a castle; I only want him, but the universe doesn't even want to grant that one wish.

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?"

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself, Princess." The sudden voice made Seraphina jump, but she did not panic. She turned her head and saw Lucan, the youngest prince, walking out from behind a large willow tree. He was carrying a small leather notebook under his arm, and his dark hair was a bit messy from the wind. He didn't look angry or mean. He just looked curious, his calm eyes studying her bare feet dipping into the cold water