The Runaway Prince Novels & Stories

It was hard to sit through all this small talk when something big was about to happen. Scout’s mother nodded as Scout exclaimed, “Yes! Tell Luna Elle.” Doctor Cayden cleared his throat before he began talking. “There was once a young prince, Prince Alvis, who led his people to many great victories. But he was alone. His people took pride in his leadership for many successful years. Then, one cold hard winter, he was overcome by despair. He saw many doctors, but none could tell him what was wrong or cure him. He suffered through terrible anguish.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

Seri tried her best to whisper-yell. But the two of them suddenly froze. Janine's eyes almost popped out of her face once she realized that the movement she heard came from the prince's room. "Janine, come here!" Princess Janine ran to Seri and said, "I'll wait for you outside, okay?" before running away with her heavy gown. "Goodness, Janine!" Seri laughed at the way she struggled to run as quickly as possible. What she did not realize was that the man who Janine tried to run from came out of his balcony to stare at Seri, who was giggling by herself.

“We need to hurry, I can hear the bells tolling. The Prince and Duchess are getting married today. Run!” That’s all it takes for me to begin racing after Buppig. It doesn’t take long before Hera can hear the bells tolling as well. We follow the sound, running as fast as her legs can run. After a bit, we leave Buppig behind. He’s out of breath and can’t keep up. “Go, I’ll be fine.” He says before leaning over, putting his hands on his knees and gulping air. I don’t hesitate, we run faster than we’ve ever run before. He can’t marry her. He can’t. Not now, please!

And to what effect, if he could easily free himself anyway? "It was a pleasure to travel with you, but I think I'll find my way to that queen's castle on my own. See you later," he said, sprinting into the forest. Scarlett cursed under her breath and went after him. The prince was her bargaining chip, and she wasn’t going to let him get away. The prince was fast. Almost way too fast. When a large mass of brambles stood in his way, he simply jumped over them, as if he were jumping over a pebble. Scarlett couldn't do that, so she slammed into the brambles intending to run through them.

“You know Prince’s brother is missing. The pack is in chaos. He must find him…” “So Prince still believes that the runaway Alpha would come back?” He cuts my words in the middle, forcing his question inside. After Prince's brother's disappearance, he got the name the runaway Alpha. “He will come back.” “Enough!” He raises a palm in the air. “I thought Prince would take over the throne. Despite being Alpha Lozark's nephew, he has no ambition, no responsibility.” “Father…” “Since he wants to postpone the marriage, we would rather cancel it.”

Always so quick to shield him. “What about him?” she asked, folding her arms. I leaned in, savoring the moment, letting each word drip like poison. “He isn’t who you think he is. He’s been lying to you. To all of us.” Her frown deepened. “Steven, what are you—” “He’s Crown Prince Maximillian Sebastiani,” I cut in, my voice low, triumphant. “The runaway heir of Mercia. The one who abandoned his family and has been hiding under your nose this whole time.”

"We leave. Now." "Boss?" "NOW!" I sprinted for the stairs, leaving Silas laughing in the red-lit darkness. I had to get to the plane. I had to get to the mountain. The trap hadn't been in Geneva. The trap was home. --------------------------------------------

She knew if she did, she might unravel. Apollo leaned back slightly, eyes sharp. Nicky’s grin faded. Callie straightened. Jess felt the shift instantly, her intuition prickling. Something was up. Chris exhaled through his nose, then lifted his gaze. “I didn’t leave home just because I wanted freedom,” he said. “I ran because I was being prepared for a life I didn’t choose.” Silence wrapped the table. “I’m a prince,” he continued calmly. “Crown Prince of Uriba.” Jess’s breath caught softly. He was staring directly at her, his softening a bit at her shocked expression.

Not only did it give off light, the blade also started moving, getting faster and faster. "Dante, did you hear something?" asked the prince. Dante shook his head, then took out his sword and took a ready position. "Something is coming to us. You can choose, hide or stay." The prince's words made Dante doubtful. He thought for a moment while looking around him. "I will hide, prince," he replied. "That's what I want. Hide now," said the prince and then jumped off his horse. Dante slowly retreated to find a hiding place. The prince closed his eyes. He will use his soul to see what is coming to him. The sound of a twig breaking was heard. It got closer and closer and sounded like the sound of fo