The False Prince Novels & Stories

I was the only one left now. "I just know. They need protection and the Prince agreed to help them. With all their wealth and resources combined, Ian will be quite powerful compared to his brothers. The King has been keeping quiet until Ian is strong enough to get rid of his brothers. He will most likely return with the Princess of Colchis tomorrow." "Didn't you hear the rumor that he is back already? He returned without the Princess." "That cannot be possible." "Oh, it is, because he is here, Nana. And it is not a rumor."

I plugged my phone in and went to bed early no way was I letting Mr Smug Prince get a jump on me because I was tired. My alarm rung at 5 am and I got out of bed pulling on a silver blue lyrcra training shorts and a black sports bra, I zipped myself into a white hooded zip top for the walk to the training area. I went to the pack breakfast hall finding my father and some of the elite Fianna warriors there getting ready to do their own training. Grabbing a bowl of fruit and adding a scoop of natural yougart I went to grab the honey when my hand was beaten to it by someone who had come up along side me. His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself.

Our women’s instincts are really different, often coming true. It is not impossible that it was Prince Cozen because even he had conspired with the Kingdom of Lacandia. But there is also a possibility that he was not because there were still many people in the palace who were hiding loyal to the King. As Kharim Celia said, we cannot know whether the people facing us are opponents or allies. Queen Emily's minions are too deceitful. You can easily believe that he was a faithful servant in the palace. They have no difficulty hiding their horns. It's hard to trust those I meet every day. I don’t know who the real ones are.

Prince Orion. Everything fell into place. His presence. The insignia on the bag. The way people gravitated toward him. He was royalty. Prince of the Western Werewolf Kingdoms. The same prince whispered about. The one rumored to have been banished. He was back. That was why he had arrived late. Why he had been on that train. He was not a tryout. He was not just someone I bumped into. And he was definitely not my friend. He had even given me a false name.

It occurred to me how tense she would be to think that her lover could have something to do with my death, and what it would cost her if she had to decide which side to be. The prince of wrath looked at us under his shoulder, when he was already heading inward. Without really looking into our eyes, he said: "Don't expect to find dances and fornication in my territory. There are no falsehoods around here. Only the mäl and human souls ready to be enslaved for the rest of the time "and, without further ado, began to move forward

the young man finally deigned to ask, curiosity coloring his words. The story-teller grimaced, “By right and law, yes… but not everyone here takes her title seriously. In fact, there were rumors that the Princess we have right now is a fake.” “A… fake?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued, the rumors here are getting wilder than the last; it was fascinating in a morbid sort of way, “What does that supposed to mean?” “Exactly what it means, lad.” One of the older men lowered his drink to level him with red-tinged, tired eyes, “Aye, that the Princess had been corrupted by evil long ago, before she was even born… that a demon had taken refuge inside her body.”

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

she asked. “You may be able to deceive the imperial family, but you cannot deceive the temple, especially the high priest,” Bruce told his sister. “I don't care! Lucas! Do something! Ask your parents to help me be the crowned princess!” Ajina, the fake princess commanded. “I will do as you wish,” Prince Lucas said, then he teleported to his kingdom which took half of his mana. When the Prince arrived at their kingdom, he immediately went to his father’s office. When he arrived, he was greeted by his mother’s embrace and tears.

I said telling her half the truth, it was true, I rarely found myself attracted to men like the prince, in my opinion, they expected so much yet so little of a girl, they saw her for their pleasure, and she saw them for their wealth, it was a relationship that I refused to allow myself into, though the idea of me being with the prince did not seem to annoy me like any other one would’ve. “I am curious what kind of men do attract you, the prince has money, power, a palace, and need I say that he’s bloody gorgeous, everything a girl could ever wish for” Nina said dreamily, I fought back an eye roll as I looked at the black dress that I was wearing and the purple one that was in my hand, they b

We gaped like idiots, standing looking at the very arrogant Prince, and the two soldiers who now gave the same expression as me. “Sa-Sarah's brother?” one of the soldiers stuttered. Sarah was the name Prince uses to impersonate the student of Doctor Gordon. And now he claimed to be her brother? What plans did he have now? "You're right, Estelle," said my wolf. "He's too smart, even more so than us." "You know we're just fleas, right?" I asked it.