The Prince Stellaris Novelas e Histórias

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

He didn't want a wife; he wanted a pawn to help him conquer neighboring territories. Then there was Prince Lucan, the quiet scholar. He was gentle, but he was weak. He stayed buried in books, terrified of his own shadow, completely unfit to protect a pack, let alone a wife. Finally, her eyes landed on the oldest brother. Alpha Kael. The moment her gaze met his, her breath caught in her throat. Kael was the rightful heir to the throne. He was a towering force of nature, with broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and the same piercing, golden eyes as his father. He was lethal, impossibly handsome, and terrifyingly strong.

“We strike Nightwing directly. We take out what remains of their forces, cripple their numbers before Damien even has the chance to respond.” “And then?” one of the elders asked carefully. The prince didn’t hesitate. “Then we deal with him.” A heavy silence followed after that. The warlord was the first to break it. “This is too soon.” Prince’s eyes shifted to him slowly. “Our pack is not fully stabilized,” the warlord continued. “You’ve only just taken the Alpha title. There are still loyalties to earn and her recruits to at aren’t war trained yet—” “And?” Prince cut in, his tone still calm.

"Poor thing. Married to a corpse." I stared at the mirror and said nothing. The Omega — her name was Margaux, I learned — led me through the palace grounds at a pace that suggested she had better things to do. She pointed at buildings and rattled off information like reading from a list. "The Prince is the King's only heir. He was ambushed during a battle with rogues three months ago. Severe injuries. He hasn't woken since." She said it flatly, the way people talk about weather that hasn't changed. "There are rules here. Many of them. Don't wander. Don't speak out of turn. Don't enter restricted wings without escort."

“That’s your problem!” I said from behind him keeping a straight face on. “Alpha prince!” Tyler, Liam, Fabian and Tonia greets me. I walked towards them and nods at Tyler and co in acknowledgement. Alpha Charlie frowns deeply, the guy that bumped shoulders with me opens his mouth…words failing him. “Al….Alpha prince?!” He stutters quietly to himself. “Alpha prince?!” Alpha Charlie asked Tyler nods. “This is the alpha prince, his royal highness, Prince Mason Slade Jet of white moon pack!”

The five of them had been hiding the whole time and had overheard the whole conversation between the prince and Mijas. Fane looked at the prince and knew that this beast was different from the rest, being the offspring of the so-called king. From the earlier conversation, it was obvious that the thirteenth prince was ambitious. Fane wanted to launch an ambush. After all, any regular beast would probably immediately release a signal if they appeared like that. However, after understanding the prince's personality, Fane decided to simply reveal himself. The thirteenth prince was proud and narcissistic. Unless it noticed that it could be in danger, it would not release any signals. In the eyes

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?