The Prince Book Novels & Stories

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of his cologne, finding comfort with him being so close to me. Fingers running through my hair draw me awake, and I groan, feeling slightly disoriented. I open my eyes and am greeted by a fire roaring in a large stone fireplace, keeping the room warm. Strong arms wrap around me, and for a moment, I panic, until the familiar Dior cologne fills my nose. “Uncle Hunter?” I ask, my voice full of sleep. “Here, Princess.” He replies from under me, and I blush, noticing the broad shoulders my head rests on and the muscles under my fingertips barely concealed by the cotton shirt.

I can see where Emerald gets her elegance, not only her mother but her father is a born leader. “King Vulcan” Emerald's brother says with a smile and a hand outstretched. Taking his hand with a smile “Alpha Saint, glad you could make it your sister will be happy” He nods and stands back. “King Vulcan, I am not sure if you met my youngest son, this is Prince Belenus” Orion says as he pushes a boy around seventeen forward. This boy is neither like his brother or sister; no he is a cocky little wolf with a cheeky smile and a wandering eye. “King Vulcan, nice to meet the man who is keeping my big sister happy” The young prince says, even though his eyes are watching the females, he reminds me of

"Petitions? I didn't finish learning all the alphabet. I know numbers but I'm limited in reading. Plus I don't have the qualifications to do that." Prince Cillian folded his arms and spoke with an arrogant tone of voice that reminded me of Prince Killian. "I am the Prince of this kingdom. I hereby declare you qualified." I fought back a smile at his words. "I don't think it works like that." His lips twitched as well but he stayed in character. "Are you questioning your prince?" I shook my head."No." He nodded now serious. "I will give you lessons so you can become better at reading and understanding your duties so that you can commence work."

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.

spell took time to wear off. "What do you want?" He stared right at me. "If you're going to drink my blood, get it over with." "Drink your blood?" I chuckled. "Your Highness, you're underestimating your own value." I stood and walked to a bookshelf, brushing the dust from a heavy tome. "Look at these." I pulled out a copy of The Prince, its pages filled with notes in an ancient script. "Do you recognize this language?" Adrian frowned and shook his head.

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

She asked the prince if he was able to understand the first page of the book that she chose, but it took Carson awhile to spell the words correctly. Whether it’s severely bad or only mild shortcomings… Sister Annabel shrugged her head politely and then escorted the prince to the bookshelf filled with children's books. People must deal with their own flaws for once in their life… She offered the prince one of the easiest books that she could find, It was written by one of the priests who could draw beautifully because the book was filled with a childish illustration. For Prince Carson Blackfrost, being illiterate was one of his shortcomings… Carson accepted the book, he knew it was meant for

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

Sure, I cared for him—cared if he was alive or not. Because I wanted him to be with me and Mom. Then, perhaps I could start loving him as my father. I am calm. I shoved the letter back inside the envelope. I am calm. I am calm. But seriously, why was this guy just here observing me? Was he here to observe my actions and report me to his father? I mean, I guess it was better not to talk, but get out of the room, buddy. "The books you were reading last night," the crown prince said, his luminous gaze settled on the three thick books that were in his hands. “They are great books.”