The Exiled Prince Of Auto-crafting Novels & Stories

I looked down at her and she glared at me. "What?" the uncle asked "Why are you fighting with a little boy?" The aunty asked "I am not fighting. I am just telling him that he can't play with paint here" the uncle said "You are upsetting him" "I am the Crown Prince of Zidra. Everyone should obey me" Zahir said. He actually ordered, shocking the other man "Well, little prince, we are not in Zidra. We are in Sweden. And here no one is obliged to obey you" the other man said and this time the woman pinched him harder.

And I always found it difficult to fall asleep in the moonless nights. Let me introduce myself first like a gentleman. My name is Prince Landon Vulcan. Son of the King Joseph Vulcan. And I lived in the huge castle of our kingdom. You might think of an ordinary kingdom. But actually, no. I belong to a magical kingdom. Our lands were bigger than Europe. But no human had ever seen our kingdom. It was forbidden for any human to even hear the name of our kingdom. It was the mighty land where the first dragon was released from the heavens. Since then, we have lived in that land and my ancestors have been ruling the kingdom ever since.

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

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.

It was impossible for them to ignore them with such publicity. “Shit.” The Auctioneer cursed under his breath again. “I really don’t wanna deal with them right now.” “Likewise.” Lei replied. The prince and his servant closed their distance. He then observes the magical shelter that the Auctioneer encapsulated himself in with several technologies from the Human Territory. “I see you have utilized the inventions from Askavan.” The prince began and then stared straight at him. “It has been a while, hasn’t it, Auctioneer?” The Auctioneer turned around to face the prince and then hid Cataleia behind him, making sure that he did not put his gaze on her. “Indeed it has been, Prince Kai.”

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

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,

"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.’”

She no longer sounds like a child, or even a young woman, she sounds like someone who was born to rule a country, a land of people, someone that has centuries of experience and knowledge. I turn to look at Lucero, nodding my head in deference to her. “Lucero.” I say. “Join with us, Aolis Stormbringer, Prince of Araphyra, the future King, mate to Lily Forte, the One True Queen, and Hera, Guardian of the Realm.”