The Exiled Prince Of Auto-crafting Novels & Stories

Luca Meier, the perfect Alpha heir of Zurich’s banking dynasty, faces a devastating biological shift that strips him of his status and dignity. Cast out by his family, he is forced into a strategic marriage with General Adrian Keller, a man who has always despised his arrogance. As a bloody coup threatens the nation, Luca discovers he carries the most dangerous secret of all: the true heir to the throne. Now, the disgraced prince and the ruthless general must navigate a web of lies to reclaim a kingdom and protect a legacy that could change their world forever.

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.

|HER POV| We stayed in the study room for two hours after he finished. Not talking. Working — or performing working, which was what it was. My notebook was open and my pen was moving but I was not writing seminar notes. I was writing in the shorthand I used when something was too large to feel all at once and needed to be organized before it could be experienced. Virellion Dominion. Wolf world. Behind the seam. Father's disappearance — not accidental. Greyveil Accord.

His voice trembled. "No way." People didn't wake up in different bodies. That only happened in novels. The word sent a chill through him. Slowly, his gaze shifted toward the bedside table. A leather-bound journal rested there. Gold lettering gleamed across the cover. Property of Prince Elian Ashford, Crown Prince of the Celestial Kingdom. Adrian's breath caught. The name felt familiar. Elian Ashford. A character from Chronicles of the Celestial Hero. The realization struck him like another truck.

I call it a spectacle. Prince Falkon was different from his brothers. He was a cheerful, sunny, and bright lad, even after his mate’s death, which stripped him off his strength. He cared for the people, the Variants, which King Oedyz saw as dangerous softness. He was exiled to Hades, a dragon’s dungeon, for reasons no one ever dared voice. Yet, he returned early, changed. Still bright on the surface, aye, but I swear I’ve seen the shadow at his back; a darkness he can’t shake.

"Is, is, is this an Immortal, an exiled immortal?" "Oh my god, how did he become an exiled immortal... Isn't he, isn't it a supreme treasure? Why is it like this?" "Don't tell me that we've all been deceived.... He's not some precious treasure, but an Exiled Immortal!? An Exiled Immortal is his true self!" "He's using us, using us to help him revive!" All the cultivators of the Holy Kingdom were shocked and angry.

Utterly not worth it. In this terrifying place, inside a small, abandoned, half-collapsed house, two men were talking. One sat calmly and elegantly, drinking water from a cracked bowl. The other was pacing and fuming. “The boss has gone too far, Fourth Prince!” Zic scoffed. “Sending you to a place like this? ‘Take over the Sacred Exile?’ It’s just a fancy way of saying, ‘Go die quietly somewhere I can’t see you.’”

Hi Everyone! Thanks for reading Enchanting the Prince. I hope you enjoyed this second book in the Guardian's Next Generation series. I saw several of you ask if Leana and Drake would get their own book. They will, but not before Xander and Maeve get their book. Look for Spellbound in early March. This story will back up in time to show you how Maeve lost her parents and how she came to work for Beta Trevor and Gwen. As with ETP, there will be some crossover with times and events from Shattered Bonds as Spellbound will cover the war from the witch's side.

He heard the coachman pause as he realized what he had said. Right, he was no longer a prince. Rafael reminded himself. This was his place of exile. The carriage was only the last token of respect for a former prince. There would be no trace of his mother left to treasure. Only scars, creases and memories he did not wish to recall. He glanced at his scarred hand once more. Hands that were once fragile and small, were now long and slim, yet still so soft to the touch. Such innocent looking hands, yet so dreadful.