Novel & Cerita The Strongest Dull Prince

“You mean to tell me they gave the nectar to the dirt? They wasted the bridge?” ​“They did not waste it, Father,” a new voice spoke from the shadows behind the throne. ​Prince Julian stepped into the light. He was the golden boy of the South, a warrior whose wolf was said to be as large as a mountain and whose heart was as cold as the salt flats. He looked at me with a smirk that made my skin crawl.

Salena added. Jessie gestured with her hand for the two of us to come closer as her eyes looked around as if to check that there was no one else close to us or within earshot. “The other reason why he earned his nickname of the ‘Dark Prince’ is because of the dark conflict that came about because of his birth. You see, although Prince Darius is the second prince, he was in fact born before the first prince. He’s the eldest out of the three. However, because his mother wasn’t crowned as queen, Prince Leonard got the position of the first prince instead. It’s well known just how much the ministers were split on that decision…” Jessie whispered to us.

"You're so incredibly dull." "You could have killed me!" I snapped back, my patience worn thin. The prince smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're so incredibly dense," he retorted, a hint of amusement in his tone. "We would've never killed you. We had a medic on standby in case you were to collapse or choke. I think you forget how much magic we have in these walls. You would've been perfectly fine... Well, you would've survived at least."

“Do you know that with this mess, His majesty might demote you to a normal citizen? You can kiss goodbye to your dream of being an Emperor forever” After chancellor Lu said that, the prince's face twisted in anger. He wants to tear the man in front of him to pieces, in fact, he might throw caution to the wind if he didn’t happen to coincidentally know a piece of crucial information from his royal father's mouth. That information was that Chancellor Lu was the second strongest of the empire. His psionic power that could do nearly anything is half stepped level six! If not for this he would have killed him a long time ago.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

– they all shouted at the same time. One of the cadets smirked, looking at the two. It was obvious that he was the strongest of the 20, and he knew it. He wanted to fight and beat the prince. That would bring him a lot of respect... or at least prove that a prince is just a title and not a test of strength. Julius and Shane see what the young man has written on his face and look at each other. - It looks like the pup wants to prove he's better than you. – Shane says in Julius’s ear.

After all, his rightful glory had been stolen from him! Ever since the end of the Tournament, the Ninth Prince never had a calm night ever again. He could not stop thinking about what could have been. “You wouldn’t have expected it though, would you Zephyr? I’ve sent a militia to wipe out your stupid clan! I bet you’re crying in agonizing sorrow there in Starlight by now, right?” the Ninth Prince suddenly laughed, looking like a delusional maniac. “No matter how strong you are, no matter if you knew it was me, what could you do? You have no proof I did anything! No one can help you this time! This is what you get for crossing me!” the prince continued on, his expressions were getting more an

"Nice to finally meet you, Lady Ophelia. You should visit the palace often so we can talk some time-" Prince Martin was cut off by the abrupt opening of the door. Like a reflex, my eyes drifted automatically to the person who just entered the chamber. "What are you two doing here?" Demitri fired at his brothers, looking so serious and lethal. The two quickly stepped back, pretending to get serious in front of their older brother, but the ghost of smile in their lips couldn't escape me. Looking at them at this proximity, I can't help comapare their physical traits. They actually resemble each other, but each of them has his own edge. The most mature looking, perhaps because he's the eldest, a

Something tells me these two are always at loggerheads. “I could have done this in public, made you an example to the others, “ Prince Draven turned back to me, deciding to ignore his brother. But the almighty Prince Draven didn’t need to make any examples. He was the first Lycan Prince after all. The strongest of our kind. His name would cause an uproar if mentioned anywhere. He could conquer an army of warriors all by himself, he was the blood thirsty conqueror, the only man who dared stand up to the King Cadeyrn. He’d earned himself a reputation of being a no nonsense man, a man who takes without asking and kills without remorse.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.