The Night Prince Lauren Palphreyman の小説・ストーリー

“Apart from her excess beauty, she also has a pure heart. She’s caring, selfless, strong, and sweet. I admired her all my life and it was her that drew me to the mainlands. I wanted to be stronger than her brother, Lucas who is commonly known as the Prince of the Night. I wanted to steal that title from him to impress her and make her my queen.” “Hmm… I can understand your admiration of this young female. As the Dark Prince and Alpha of the Northern aisles who fought through all the lands in the North of the mainlands to gain the title, you shouldn’t be drooling over one female. Lots of females should be dying to have you woo them. Except they have only blind females over there in the Northe

Chapter 49: Kael, please don't fight again The night pressed heavy over Pennsylvania’s royal camp, its silence broken only by the occasional snapping of logs in the fire pits and the muted rhythm of sentries patrolling the perimeter. The wind carried the bite of autumn, cold enough to make the canvas tents shiver, cold enough to sink into the bones of even the hardiest shifter. Inside one of those tents, Prince Kael lay stretched across a low cot, his body battered and stitched with pain from the brutal skirmishes earlier that day.

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

They turned back around, then burst into loud, mocking laughter that echoed through the cramped wooden cage. “I’m not joking!” I insisted, leaning forward as far as the chains allowed. “My father is truly the Beta of Respawn Pack. I am Kyra Nightingale, the future Luna of Respawn Pack. I’m Alpha Prince Killian’s betrothed. You have to believe me!” They glanced at each other and laughed even harder.

She gave him those innocent eyes. "Oh look, they're begining to fill in the hall. You can't go out now." The Dark Prince sighed in utter relief. "Great!! Now the photographers are here!! We don't have to go out!" Prince Phoenix groaned lordly and rubbed his face. ~~~~~~~~~ Princess Aeval Florentine's POV

Blurb; The Honourable and respectable Prince of Nevera.. Prince Aldrich Theano son of King Alaric the ll, is a proud and arrogant man. He's engaged to be married to one of the most powerful prime Minister's daughter in the neighboring kingdom, his marriage with Cateleya is supposed to be one of the most biggest alliance between the two kingdoms.. As a vampire he knows his mate is somewhere out there but he has no intention of waiting for fate to decide for him, he isn't the patient type!

It's as if I've only just come into existence. I shake my head. "Someone must have used magic on her," the woman gasps, gripping my hand, her knuckles as pale as her face. One particularly strong gust of wind looks as though it could blow her off her feet. "Your name is Avila, and you are nineteen years of age. You are a Princess, in this territory, and this is your mother, Crimson. She is the Queen," Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it.

Luke said with a deep thick voice and growled. Prince Roy Havert was the Lycan prince of the Blackpool Pack. The Blackpool Pack ruled over all other packs. Prince Roy was only coming for an important ceremony that has always taken place on every full moon. Roy seemed to be the cold type of guy because of his cool face but yet unpredictable and dangerous.