The Runaway Prince Novels & Stories

Ever since I started living in the palace, I was given a normal room, a room not different from that of a maid or a palace guard. Feeling the bandages wrapped around me made me think of her. Tall and slender, with those eyes, makes me think this girl was trouble. Her hands seemed soft, and… “ Gosh I am in need of a drink, what the hell am I thinking of” Although I am a prince, I am treated no less than a common man. My so-called father refused to acknowledge me, because I am a product of a woman he once had a one night stand with. No alcohol around. I picked up my clothes, wore them and left my small space. I walked through the court yard, to the next one. A palace stood, grand and majestica

“I’m sorry, but it’s your uncle’s life on the line. I have to do things to prove I won’t run away when the going gets tough.” The tabby cat prince stared at the crazy wife before clearing his throat. “Let’s talk again when we get out of here. The building is still falling apart.”

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

“Does anywhere else feel uncomfortable?” The moment Alyssa opened her eyes, the men immediately gathered around her, their faces full of concern. Marcus stroked her head and said, “Don’t do something so dangerous again. We’ll worry.” Alyssa’s eyes reddened, and she clutched Elio’s hand. “I’m sorry. I was just too scared. Running away from the wedding back then was really my fault. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore…”

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

The handsome Prince stood his ground firmly, despite the Queen of Napoli’s attempts to sway him. "She is my prisoner. Her crimes are punishable by death, and I am certain she is already dead." "I heard she escaped into the territory of the Titans." "Correct. And Titans are man-eaters. There is no way she survived." The young Queen flashed a seductive smile, pressing her ample, heaving chest against him. "Come, rest with me. We can discuss... changing your betrothal agreement." "My only fiancé is Snow White." The brave Prince coldly rejected the Queen, pulling his arm away from her touch. Since the beauty he desired was not in this castle, he saw no reason to waste another second there.

Still holding the prince’s reins, I wipe both of our horses around and set them on a sprinting race back to the town we came from. “Why are we running away? The enemy has possessed our kind and you….” “Boy! If you wish to die then be my guest.” After we gain some distance away from the swarm, I bring the entire party to a halt. Turning to my men I say, “We ride back to town. Let the prince, and whoever is for him, do as he wishes.” “I order you all to stand and fight!” Prince Valark barks. “Our brothers and sisters are….” I set off for town before the pup can spew anymore nonsense. The entire party follows me.

Right now, I need to leave; when I find somewhere safe, I can look inside the pink duffle bag. The border is just a few feet away from me, waiting to accept me into the unknown and escape this cruel fate given to me. If I renounce my status as a member of Pine Paw, I will become a rogue, and so will the pup inside me. I know what I have to do. Slowly I walk towards the border, my toes just on the line as I feel the power rushing through my sneakers.

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?

“It’s the only one you need right now.” Panic began crawling through me violently, I screamed "no” multiple times. This was wrong, and everything was happening too quickly. “What if a student refuses to participate?” I asked. “You can’t.” His reply was short and sharp. “What if I run?” Aiden’s gaze sharpened instantly. “What exactly are you running from, Princess?” He stands up, circling me as I remain seated. “Where exactly would you run to?" I looked away from him, breathing unevenly now.