Novel & Cerita The Lost Prince Novel

“How wonderful to see you.” “I can’t say the same about you,” I said. My voice sounded far away in my ears. Maybe the blow to my head gave me a concussion. “Your thirst for wealth and power destroys other people’s lives, and you couldn’t care less. You are despicable.” “Climb off your golden pedestal, Princess Daisy,” he snarled. “Only do-gooders like you act like you don’t want money and power. Yet you and Victor have both, and you seem to enjoy it.”

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

"Elizabeth, how can you slander me like this? I donated my kidney to Mom! You ran away because you were afraid of dying, and now you're back trying to steal my credit!" She lifted her own clothes, revealing a jagged scar at her waist. My mother hurriedly pulled her clothes back down, her face full of heartache. Then she turned to me, furious. "Elizabeth, you've completely disappointed me! Get out of this house! I don't have a daughter as cold-blooded and deceitful as you!" It was because I was cast out that day… that I met Kael. At first, he believed me. But the moment he saw Elena, his faith began to waver.

Beside her, standing like a storm contained in human skin, was the so-called missing prince. You’d expect a man like him to look similar to the Queen or the King. Same silver hair, perhaps. A glimmer of nobility. But no. He looked… wrong. Hair black as ink. Eyes so pale they looked almost silver. And a scar over his left brow that pulsed faintly with purple mana veins. “I thought the Queen had only two children,” I whispered under my breath. Alaric’s jaw clenched. “She does. Or… she did. The youngest prince vanished ten years ago. Rift attack. Everyone assumed he died.”

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

The journey took us to a place I had never seen. It was a library, but not like any library I had ever entered. The shelves stretched into infinity, their contents shimmering with an iridescent glow. The books were not made of paper. They were made of light. Each one contained a story that had been forgotten, a tale that had been erased from existence. "The Library of Lost Stories," the Navigator said. "I have heard of it, but I have never found it." "Who built it?" "No one built it. It exists because stories exist. It is the place where forgotten tales go to wait."

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

“But she isn’t here.” “No.” The Oracle turned toward the open balcony. “But she has awakened enough for the kingdom to recognise its rightful heir.” The King drew his sword. Its silver blade glowed brilliantly. “Send every Royal Guardian.” The Captain of the Guard bowed deeply. “To bring the princess home?” The King’s expression hardened. “No.” He looked toward the werewolf territories. “To ensure she survives long enough to choose for herself.” ⸻ Far to the north, hidden inside the ruins of an abandoned fortress, a cloaked figure watched the silver beacon fade into the night sky.

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.

That was three months ago, but everything was still fresh in his memory. After their dinner, Charleigh breastfed little kicker, Nashville, and now was sleeping soundly in his little haven. She and Bryce sat on the couch while Grandpa Matthew and Clary occupied the loveseat. “Then what happens next, Grandpa?” Clary asked. “The arrogant prince pushes the beautiful lady out of his life, thinking she will cause conflict to his future throne. He later realizes his mistakes and that he loves her, but it’s too late. He finds it hard to fall asleep as he constantly thinks of a dark-haired girl. But the lady’s far long gone. One beautiful morning, he prepares his horse and soldiers for a long journey