The Lost Prince Book Novels & Stories

He yanked open the closet. Not a single piece of clothing remained. His heart sank. That was when he realized, that this time, he had truly lost me. He searched through the room, desperate to find any trace that I had ever been there. However, after turning the entire room upside down, he found only one thing. A baseball bat. There were dark, dried stains at the end of it. He stared at it. Then, finally, he broke. "Naomi…! "Please… come out…

The page revealed the man’s mark. A wolf beneath three waves. Shigure dropped to one knee. “The first king.” Raiken seized the book. “How?” The glass cut his palm. Blood touched the page. New words appeared. THE RESTORED KING REQUIRES THE LAST QUEEN’S LIFE. The archive doors slammed shut. Every broken crown turned toward me. Scene 107: The Price of Restoration The crowns began whispering. One voice became ten. Ten became hundreds. Give her back. Raiken threw the glass book across the chamber.

Argon says to Zedrick after the prince left, both feeling sorry for the princess. The prince changed into clothes he got from his chief knight and attached a beard to his face. With a cap on his head and an amber bottle in his hand, he looked like a king’s guard off for an errand. He headed to Princess Thalyn’s assigned room and knocked on the door for a while. Hearing no response, he let himself in and scanned the room. With no sign of her, he left the bottle on a stand and turned around to leave before noticing a wooden chest with the Yvedran royal's sigil on it—the plumb.

Richard’s P O V I rose quietly and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling on a fresh shirt, then my trousers, then the uniform that made me look like a prince instead of a man unraveling. Buttons clicked under my fingers. A belt tightened. I adjusted my cuffs. All mechanical. All rehearsed. I felt like I was dressing a corpse. The palace wanted the Crown Prince polished today. It didn’t care that his heart was splitting in two. As I fastened the last button, the sound shifted behind me.

Their eyes stared blankly at the stars. "Xavier..." He turned sharply. The ground beneath him cracked, revealing glowing veins of red, as if the earth bled. Then he saw it. A throne of fire, hovering above a bed of bones. Voices rose around it, chanting in a language he didn't understand but somehow felt familiar. "Prince of the Lost Line. Heir of Ash. Crown of the Undone." He staggered toward the throne. His reflection shimmered in the flame—gold eyes, a crown made of horn and shadow, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

I was born without a wolf—the Blackwood family's most shameful daughter. My twin sister Seraphina, however, was blessed with a rare white wolf. She'd been cradled in our parents' palms since birth. When she got hurt, I drank the potion and bled in her place. When she caused trouble, I took the punishment for her. At eighteen, she was betrothed to Prince Alaric—a man under a terrible curse. They said every full moon, he turned into a mindless monster. His first three brides had all died beneath his claws. Seraphina sobbed and refused to go. So my parents sacrificed me again. They dressed me up and sent me to the altar in her place. Even Alaric himself warned me with disgust: "Don't eve

Prince Victor was holding a large and thick book in his arms and Old lady Waina was following after him. "The book you were looking for was kind of lost among the discarded books. It was not easy to find." The old woman commented. I watched Prince Victor walk closer and I realized how old and dusty the books was. "That looks very dusty." I commented as I leaned back, trying to stop myself from bolting put of the chair and running out. "Now, now... A little dust won't hurt your high holiness." Prince Victor smirked before he listed the book up to his head and dropped it on the table for good measure.

To be able to swiftly change. Amazing! The servant thought, maybe the Prince didn't like losing games...such a sore loser. He must make sure to tell others so they won't get in trouble. Satisfied, Prince Ron continued to think. Just where could they be? He decided to retrace his steps. Ron walked for a long long time. Till the sun rose higher and higher and he got drenched in his own sweat. Before the Prince knew it, he was already... lost. Ron started to panic. Where the hell was he? How did he get here? But most importantly, how could he get back?

Try to give us our Queen again, for if you do you will be rewarded; if not, it will be the worse for you. at these words the Prince, who had been growing more and more astonished, was fairly terrified, and dropping the book with a crash he sank back insensible. The noise he made brought his guards to his aid, and as soon as he revived they asked him what was the matter. he answered that he was so faint and giddy with hunger that he had imagined he saw and heard all sorts of strange things. thereupon, in spite of the King's orders, the guards gave him an excellent supper, and when he had eaten it he again opened his book, but could see none of the wonderful pictures, which convinced him that

“The book developed a will of its own. It could choose its bearer—one who was worthy. Many sought it, but during the War of Shadows, it vanished. We all believed it destroyed… until the day Princess Helen found it. Days before her arranged marriage, the book appeared and showed her the future. She ran away—returned pregnant months later. Her children were mixed-blood: Kara and Leigh. Helen’s father locked her away, calling her cursed.” Dee’s voice softened. “But Kara and Leigh weren’t her only children. Helen was pregnant then. On the day of her labor, she vanished. When they found her body, the baby was gone—never seen again. The king buried her here, believing both were dead. The book was