The Prince Of Egypt Novels & Stories

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, a young prince dressed in regal attire, representing another kingdom of the east, hitherto unfamiliar to many. Prince Gabriel, with his charismatic presence and confident stride, made his way towards Princess Isabella. He exuded an air of grace and nobility, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration and respect. As he stood before Isabella, a smile played upon his lips. Prince Gabriel hails from the kingdom of Elysia. Elysia is known for its rich cultural heritage, breathtaking landscapes, and a tradition of fostering diplomatic relations with neighboring realms. The kingdom is renowned for its skilled artisans, intricate architecture, and a thriving tr

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

The President was horrified. The Shadi Kingdom is a powerful country. One of the major producers of oil. Second to Petrov Petroleum. Aside from oil, they are also bathing in gold. If the Wrights have diamonds, Shadi Kingdom has the largest gold mine in the world. "Doctor Wright thankfully saved the Prince, Mr. President. She pulled him from death. I was so scared we would be losing him" Mr. Gerald broke down, trembling. He hasn't recovered from the horror of seeing the Prince lifeless in his arms earlier. Despite having training in basic medical response, his fear of losing the most important person in the world, an heir to the throne, caused his mind to panic. The Prince is too precious and

I called him for advice and not to ignite a squabble. “One of the Royal Princes was in school today. The principal told me, and I hurried over…”. "Wait a second. Prince? What Prince?” He asked in utter shock. "They Lycan Prince of the Empire.” "What?! Why?!” "I didn't have an idea at first, but I got to school and saw that there was a little drama going on, and a video of Paige framing April, my stepsister, resurfaced and was playing on the projector.”

Show off my beauty to their guest like Irina would do? The Prince flashes a wide smile after looking in my direction. He leaves my mates and makes his way to me. Princess Eva returns his smile and extends her hand after he halts in front of us. He shakes her hand without looking at her. "M'lady, you must be the goddess of beauty. Not even the Alpha Kings would be deserving of an heir with your eyes," he praises and slightly bows his head in front of me. "I am Prince Ethan of Shadowmoon Kingdom." "Glad to meet you. Your sense of kindness is impressive," I say.

I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room. I gasp as a hand bursts through Alpha Bishop’s chest, the movement slow to my eyes, as I can’t quite believe what I just saw. Blood splatters everywhere, even on my shoes from across the room, and there is a tangy scent in the air. My alpha female screams, and oddly enough, Letric is eating his food at the table like nothing happened.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

His reasons remained his secret, which he would take with him in his death. The volunteer saluted the prince as he should, and the high priest said one last prayer. Then one of the palansetna silently handed him a small pillow thickly filled with wool. The volunteer hesitated for a moment and looked into the prince's pale face, covered with a thin film of sweat. It was an immensely valuable privilege to look at a prince's face, because normally it was always covered so that no one knew who he was. But there he lay in front of him, Setna Bijae, the chief Hys, blessed by Hyaun with the gift, a symbol of strength and protection. But his body looked quite the opposite, he was pale and emaciated