The False Prince: Book Novels & Stories

When I tried freeing my hands from the rope, the door on my front suddenly opened and I was greeted by Lurcos with his pretty and kinky smiles. “You’re awake, Princess,” he said before going on top of me before closing the door. My eyes widened in disbelief. “What the heck! Get off me!” I tried protesting by pushing him off but I am nothing compared to his huge build. He cornered my face in between his arms and moved his face closer to mine. “Ahh….!” I tried shouting, but he immediately covered my mouth. “Shh, Princess! No one’s going to hear you anyway. I just sent off your two big guys using your phone. It’s just you and me now,” he whispered under me.

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

"No Ashenmore has ever produced a bastard, Your Highness. Ashenmores are always faithful to their spouses. I am very impressed. Not only is he strong and quick to learn things. He's also smart not to reveal his identity immediately to an Elf spirit. I must say, Prince Kayziel, acquiring this Prince as a vessel may be hard." Prince Kayziel was angry to have been lied to. "I must acquire his body at all costs and you must help me! Our plans have been crushed time and time again by that nasty nephew of mine and I will not allow it to happen this time! We have to find the book as soon as possible!" "Rest assured, Your Highness," the man in black said. "Our goals will be achieved this time." With

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

She glanced at the myriads of books neatly and perfectly arranged on numerous ancient shelves and she could not help but wonder what all those books on the shelves were all about. She moved to a shelf and dropped the heavy load of books on the floor. Geez, her hands were already reddened all thanks to the Third prince. She began to place the books on the shelf even though she was not sure if she was putting them in their rightful places. She still could not stop thinking on why the Third prince had this much books in his resting area, he didn't look like a studious person. She shook her head as she could never understand that man. "The Third prince is just being the jerk that he is. He made

Mikhail flopped onto his bed before curling into a ball. Thoughts of his birthright danced in his head. He found it difficult to process that he was a prince. He rolled around in his sheets for a bit before finally spreading out his arms and legs and staring at the ceiling. He furrowed his brows before moving to get up. Mikhail sat upright and glanced at the neatly packed suitcase he tucked in the corner of his room before stumbling over to the rickety bookshelf he made a few days after moving to Tefflander. He reached out to a worn looking book and tugged at it's spine.

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

Uncle sighed. “ That day, due to some work, I arrived late. By the time I arrived at the palace, Mahendra had died. His lifeless body was lying like an unclaimed corpse. I Was devastated seeing my best friend's body lying there abandoned. Till yesterday he was a king ruling his kingdom, and today, he is lying in the dirt. Upon seeing me, one of his courtiers, who managed to save himself, came out from his hidden place. He narrated everything to me. Due to intervention from higher authority, Ranjeet was caught, but before that, he made sure to burn the Palace in which Maharani and the kids were hidden. Somehow he managed to bring the princess alive out of the palace. She was unconscious. Afte

“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

He motions for me to continue flipping each page until he finally holds his hand up, halting me. The two pages are made up of mostly dense print, except for an illustration on the top right. I run my fingers over the ink, triggering something vaguely familiar in the depths of my mind. No, not the depths...I saw this the other night. “What is it about?” I ask. “The rebellion." Roel points to a line in the book that mentions it's formation. “A dark, hideous plague of these lands that has haunted your reign since you were born.” I pull my hand back from the illustration like I've been burned.