روايات وقصص ضمن The Strongest Dull Prince

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

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.

’ And it had no relation to flirting. “And that's why you called me a killer?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He smiles. “Well, aren't—” The ballroom doors burst open. “ZAYNE!!” His smile falters as all eyes turn toward the voice. At the door stood the queen, her face red, eyes blazing with fury. And then I see him. My target. Crown Prince, Alpha Reynold. His expression is calm, a stark contrast to his mother’s, there's a tiny, fond smile on his lips as he meets Alpha Zayne’s eyes.

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

Murmurs were heard among the girls before lady Rowena shut them up. "Any questions?" She asked. One of the girls raised her hand. "May we know who this personality is my lady?" She gave a polite bow. "It's the prince of Durville." A gasp was heard at the mention of the prince. He was well known for his ruthlessness, and thirst for power within and outside his kingdom. He had conquered many kingdoms, expanding his father's already large one. He was also known for his obsession in buying slaves. No one knew the reason.

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.

“We can’t do anything until the Prince fesses up!” “He will talk,” Two resolves. “We need to find his weakness. I am sure we can find the witch if we kill the Prince. Once the Prince dies, the witch has to come out.” “But why is the witch so interested in this Prince?” Nine frowns. “He’s got no wolf! I doubt he has any abilities. The only thing I heard is that he’s crazy strong but other than that, there’s nothing special about him! One strong opponent and he’ll be dead.”

He always addressed Queen Minerva as a Demonic Woman. 'The loyalty of a noble is sometimes pseudo. But so far he is a man of principle.' Duke Gramer while sipping the tobacco from his favorite pruning pipe. “I chose the Black Prince because I just want the people in my area to live comfortably, quietly and securely. Then the figure of a suitable leader I think I see is in you, Prince. I feel with the ability of the Black Prince that it will come true.” The old man paused and exhaled tobacco smoke from his mouth and nose, like a fire dragon.

The late Mage King doesn't have an heir therefore, the strongest in the royal lineage was Prince Marcus. Not being directly birthed by the King or not married to his seed, he can never be as strong as the former, which weakened the potency of the Mage Kingdom. Whichever mage crossed this territory, I had to investigate. I shifted back to wolf form for Navajo to take over. Duke opened his mouth to speak but clamped it shut.

The Prince was a gambler, and naturally, he would not miss the opportunity to gamble. "Okay!" Kelly smiled and glanced between Darryl and Stallon. "Who do you want to place your bet on?" "Of course, I'll bet on Stallon!" The Prince laughed and said, "I'll bet five thousand gold coins. The disparity in the strength between those two is too big. I won't take advantage of you. Sister, you should only place a bet of one thousand gold coins." The Prince also thought that Stallon would win. "Alright!" Kelly was a gentle and easy-going woman. She nodded and said, "Even if you don't say that, I would still place my bet on Dominic's follower."