The Strongest Dull Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I don't get you." Tayo fixed it and also fixed himself before speaking. "Okay. Just so you know. Aside from being the crown prince. He is the strongest Pandorian living in History." The news turned into an atomic bomb to my ears.

And then the Wolf Prince appeared, alone. Dale Asgorn, a twelve year old boy who ranked as the third strongest Werewolf in the whole of the Northern coast, a title he held not so tightly, being father's prodigy had its benefits and also its negatives but then father had said, it had to be done, "Kill the Prince.".

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

Then, the prince would go and get it himself! "But..." The prince muttered to himself, "Why do I feel that my recovered strength is far less than I imagined after refining it? Why?" That's right, according to the prince's plan, if he killed the glacier beast and completely refined it, then the strength he recovered should be much greater than it was now! At the very least, it was several times more! In the end, the prince was confused since he had just got this little bit! Whoosh! However, before the prince could figure out what was going on, several shadows appeared nearby.

The Falumor Prince was still alive! Just in time, he parried the strike, and noticed that it was much weaker than before, led with the wrong hand. Still, his leg gave in from the force. "I underestimated you", the Prince spat out with a splatter of blood. "It won't happen... again..." With these last words he fell to the side. Wiping the blood from his face, Nathaniel muttered: "Because you won't get another chance." Then he concentrated fully on the black force again.

Stefan answered while still thinking about the incident that happened earlier. "Sometimes the ones you called weaklings are the strongest ones. Don't be blinded by what you see, the real strength is not seen on the outside. It is way more dangerous when it is kept hidden for a long time. And besides this amulet won't lie. Father told me that it will sparkle once the chosen one touches it. It was placed near my body so it probably felt the impact of our shoulders as well," Prince Zion explained. "Maybe you're right, but how can we kill that weakling princess?" Stefan asked curiously. He sat comfortably on their bed and started playing with his magic wand. Prince Zion diverted his gaze to Stef

"She's a redemption and a source of strength to your future King, Prince Sebastian. She's not useless!" She fired back at the handsome guy whose face contorted with disgust. "She can never be our Queen, A blind useless prince, and a weak useless mate would never rule the Moon Pack." He shrieked. "But Prince Sebastian isn't useless, he's the most powerful I've ever met". I said out carelessly and a resounding sound echoed in my ear and pierced my cheeks. I screamed because I didn't see that coming at all and all of a sudden Sebastian's eyes blazed red and sent an invisible force to throw this brother of his to the wall making him smash the side chandelier to pieces and piercing his skin.

The Prince growls in authority as his paws put up their strength on the ground to jump high in the air. The enemy wolf couldn't catch up with the Prince maneuvering move. Consequently, Prince Alphonso manages to land on the enemy wolf's body, pinning him down with his weight. Thereupon, the enemy's wolf struggles the getting back to his paws. His allies tremble in fright to assist their leader, knowing that their leader is the strongest of them. With no fret, the Prince digs his sharp claws into the helpless wolf under him. The vulnerable wolf whimpers as he hisses in pain.

I challenged him. "Well maybe the evil spirit is actually trying to stop a certain spirit from fooling around!" "Hey, spirit." I said. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a d*ck is PRINCE Ace?" '11' "Who's the ugliest and stupid looking princess in the whole kingdom?" 'R-O-S-E"