The False Prince Novels & Stories

I'd never seen him like this. Gold-red eyes. Claws white as bone. He stepped over my body and caught Cassius by the throat. "You touched her." His voice wasn't human anymore. It was something dragged up from the depths of hell. Crack. He tore out Cassius's throat. Blood sprayed across the throne steps. The second prince crumpled, gurgling, drowning in his own blood. But even as he died, Cassius laughed. A rattling, wheezing laugh. "Hah... hahaha..."

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

The prince held his meetings, and the king's lead guard, General Krvut, was in a state of total confusion as the borders of Ghandor were attacked and its defences were weakened. I need them arrested within 7 days. The king's guard and his troops left convinced that they had solved the situation. It was evening, and the prince, tired and exhausted, decided to take a nap. He entered his bedroom and lay down. He heard footsteps, lifted his head, and saw altea just inside his bedroom. She seductively called the prince, 'Hi kohl, almost naked and walking like a serpent who captivates the prince. She moves up to him, got more closer and showing off her enormous breast, i know you want me prince, w

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

The crack of the whip split the air. Pain lanced through my back, searing fire into my flesh. “Isabella Russo!” My father’s roar shook the chamber. “Not only do you defy this family, you dared to lay hands on your sister—and now you dare to accuse her of being an impostor? Admit your sins!” “I’m not wrong!” My voice was hoarse, raw. Blood filled my mouth as I bit down hard on my lip. “She isn’t Elena. She’s a fraud, and you’re too blind to see it—even your own daughter you can’t recognize!”

replied Glory. ***** "Uncle, I'd better stay here. I don't want to trouble you," said Gideon. Prince Xander smiled and lowered his head, then grabbed Gideon's shoulders. "See, your wound has been healed by uncle Glory. You won't bother us. You have to come with us. This place is not safe for you. The three men can come back at any time. Maybe we'll need you on a trip later," said Prince Xander while looking deeply into Gideon's face. "Really? Thank you uncle. Let's go immediately," Gideon replied with a happy face. Glory and Prince Xander looked at each other and smiled. The three of them walked after the three men earlier. "I'm sure the three men know where Princess Alleta is," said Prince

Chapter: I looked at Jack in shock, as if his words had fallen into my head without finding a place to settle: "prince ?… What do you mean?" Jack sighed slowly and lowered his gaze to the ground, as if the truth he carried was too heavy to be said easily: "Yes, as I said in truth… I am the prince of the ghouls." I laughed lightly, trying to break the strangeness of the situation, and said: "But Sophia is the princess of the ghouls, Jack. And you have no relation to her."

This was not the first time the Third Prince had been involved in their dealings. “Hmm, The Third Prince again. He is a smart one, that prince is certainly a thorn in our side. He saw through all of our cover ups in our previous business, no doubt he would see through this one as well. Not to mention, that general, General Fan, Fan Long Wei. A hero among the people and one of the most promising officials in the court, a formidable opponent even when compared to the children of the Imperial Family. However my main concern is that of the Third Prince, he has been able to sniff out everything we have tried our hand to keep hidden. He must be dealt with.” She said with a malicious tone.

"I did last night, my lady." "Honestly, I don't believe you. Your eyes are purple. Everyone's known witches only owned purple eyes. You may be a witch sent to kill our only prince." I fell silent. I didn't know what to say. "Foolish slave girl, I must test your loyalty. I don't believe that you are just a mere slave. Prince Erwin never accepted any girl to sleep with him, but you conquered his desire in one night. You must have bewitched him, right?"

Her voice was hesitant. What the hell did she mean by that? “What?” I squawked. Yes. I. Squawked. “What the hell are you-” “Nothing.” She was very quick to answer, but I knew it was not nothing. “Tell me, Faye, or I will kill you....” “Um, the prince is with - women.” I growled under my breath. “Go on.” “And the women are all handsy and-“” “Are any of them Faes?” I grumbled as I gripped the phone tighter.