The Prince Of Egypt Novels & Stories

The chief priest shook his bag of bones praising the Manzini ancestors and when he was done, he threw the bones on the mat made of animal skin and they scattered all over the place. “Mmm...yes....mmm” the chief priest grunted and groaned studying the bones. When he finally spoke, he said something that shocked the king. “The prince did well my king.” The chief priest said to the king smiling. “The prince of this land is bewitched by a commoner and you tell me he did well, what are you smoking?” the king was angry, how could he say that he did well? How could he have done well when he wants to bring a commoner to the kingdom?

EVE'S POV:- "Let me tell you the story of two. A Prince who was beautiful, and a Princess who was stunning too. The prince was in Egypt while the princess was caged in mountains unknown. One night, the prince had a dream, a beautiful fairy princess singing a song. He fell for her the very moment and started his journey to find the beauty he was in love with. Year after year, he got nothing but sand. Then he was given a cap that guided him towards a land. Sitting with the fire every night, he prayed and recited some verses to get what he desired. One after another, thirteen nights goes by, everything he saw but the princess who was shy. The fourteenth night came with a hope, and then she came

Our King Aldrich and Queen Helena are blessed with two charming prince Elder prince Sargon and younger prince Elijah, Taliis is one of the mightiest kingdoms of all other kingdom out there, our army strength and number was most feared and renowned in entire northern part. Elder prince ‘Sargon’ personal used to train and prepare every solider for battlefield, he was considered as most ruthless and most feared man of entire northern part, Elder prince was title with name of ‘Death’ since his cold and dangerous demeanor was sufficient to dominate his victims and even his swords skills were explicit, on contrast there was younger prince Elijah who more into learning literature and art and he was

, he offered his hand, “Do you care for a dance?” “Well…” “I will take that as a yes”, he interjected. “No I can’t…” He pulled her along with him, not giving her time to refuse, “Just a little dance won’t hurt…” *** Dylan watched from where he stood as Cleopatra was literally whisked away by the prince on to the dance floor. He balled his hands into a fist. She was yet to be his and he already had to share, first was with some long haired homeless man and now with a prince. Not just any prince but the prince of Salvador. Dylan studied his perfect features, gold brown hair and green eyes. He almost looked girly with all the perfect dress and hair and everything.

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

“Royalties also have conflicts with specific things. You should also base your on your experience as a royalty. Don’t you think? By the way, I am Prince Ken from this kingdom --- Kingdom Azrael.” Oh! So he is the prince of this kingdom who is looking for a princess he can marry, then. My surprise might have been plastered on my face that he chuckled at my reaction. He has been extending his arm since he said his name a minute ago. I shook my head to snap out of my surprise and smiled with panic. “Your Highness. I should have addressed you respectfully,” I pattered abruptly and awkwardly smiled. “Forgive my indulgence. I am Elizabeth from the Kingdom of Monjour. I am one of the companies from

She was too furious. “Thiago, I will kill you! Do you hear me? I will tear you to pieces! Leave my parents alone!” “I think not, darling. Well, I would love to stay and chat some more but I really, really must run. By this afternoon, they’ll be announcing your death and informing me that I am the sole remaining heir. I’m going to become the Crown Prince of Deltora… and, in a matter of days, King Thiago I, the rightful ruler of this awful place.”

"Fine, I... Well, thanks to you. Everything is easier now." And he was quiet. Distant, somehow. Still, she was okay with that. She never had anything to say. She watched him raise his champagne flute to his lips and tip it over then say, "I can help you find your sister, Elizabeth." She stared at him, shock etched over her face. She didn't know how he knew about her sister, but he was the Crown Prince. He must know everything. "Your Highness, I don't know what to say—"

for three days nothing happened, but at last in the night the Princess heard something flutter against her window, and drawing back her curtains she saw in the moonlight that it was an Eagle. limping across at her utmost speed she threw the window open, and the great Eagle sailed in beating with his wings for joy. the Princess lost no time in offering it the carbuncle box, which it grasped in its talons, and instantly disappeared, leaving in its place the most beautiful Prince she had ever seen, who was splendidly dressed, and wore a diamond crown.