The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

The temperature plummeted, and a deep cold seeped into the ground, wrapping around everything like a dark shroud. Prince Ron shivered. It was so cold that he could feel it in his bones. Suddenly, eerie howls echoed from the forest, like wailing voices of the dead. The chilling sounds struck Prince Ron to the core, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. He was scared. He suddenly wanted his beloved beside him even though he knew it was impossible. Hugh’s voice thundered through the howling winds as he raised the book; “TAVARAS!” In an instant, Prince Kayziel’s ghostlike form shot high into the sky. Time seemed to stop for a second as Kayziel hovered above, and then, with lightning speed,

Good luck! Your forever judgmental ghost, The Prince Who Would Never Be Anything Other Than A Silly Lost Wolf

“And what a delicious sacrifice you present.” To his right appeared Thorne, the Prince of Shadows, with flowing silver hair that seemed to move with unseen winds, crimson eyes glowing with cunning intelligence, and a lean, predatory build covered in swirling tattoo-like marks that pulsed with dark energy. “Her scent already betrays her,” he purred, stepping closer. His clawed fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, sending electric shivers down my spine. “Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.”

His trembling increased as he continued to speak in strange words. Jion grunted in pain and clutched his chest too tight as if he wanted his heart out his ribs. “N-no…un.” He continued until it was almost impossible to have him back when he made his last gasped of breath. Just then the tribe princess arrived and her eyes found the prince on his own bed. She still cants calmed herself even when she reached the room. She had heard from the townsfolk about the sick young prince when she was traveling back from the land Zagreb. She was away the palace for how many days only to be greeted with this kind of mess. She stepped forward towards the bed and understood it in one glance that he was und

Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll. When the rumbling of the earth stops, I stand, looking down, still unable to believe what I’m seeing. Dominic, Tialha, Buppig and Hyacinth come to stand beside me. Only through her triumph Against the darkness to come Can their species Be born again Buppig says and the creepy, magical feeling ripples over me again. Buppig looks up at me. “I think you just fulfilled the first prophecy, Princess.”

I said wide eyed, Diana bowing at the sight of the prince, not saying a word as she tried processing what she was looking at before the prince let my hand and waist go and I took a step back glaring at him. “What have you done to them?” I asked the prince who frowned in confusion “my friends, Prince Nathan, what have you done to them?” “What have I done to them?” Prince Nathan asked his frown still on his face, his eyes trying to read my expression to understand what I meant, but my own eyes were filled with tears as I feared the worst. “Kiara love, what is going on?” Prince Nathan asked cupping my cheeks softly, his eyes wide with worry as he tried figuring out what was wrong with me, and w

A noose made of braided silk, soaked in the tears she was no longer capable of shedding. They say the souls of the thirteen still roam the halls, though it’s her lover’s cries that haunt the deepest corners. Sometimes, if you walk the corridors alone, you might hear the faint plucking of strings, a song that begins sweet but always ends in a scream. “Thornhall doesn’t let its ghosts rest. It feeds on them, the way it feeds on the roses. And if you stay too long, it’ll feed on you, too,” says Mala, the fifteen year old handmaid, her voice pitched low, her eyes wide with mock terror before she bursts into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

He turned around and shouted angrily, "Let me ask again: Did any of you see the thirteenth prince?!" All of the beasts shook their heads. Frantic footsteps were heard. Besant rushed over to Karsh's side and whispered, "I looked around and couldn't find the prince and his men. It seems like they disappeared…" Besant felt incredibly anxious when it said that. There were traces of an intense battle here, and they noticed remnants of electricity. The thirteenth prince's constitution was unique, and it had a close relationship with the lightning lament. Its natural-born technique was the blade of lightning.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big. In the opposite direction there is a girl running towards them with a worried face and in a hurry to make everyone who was there confused because seeing her worried face yes it is Lynn. "Why are you running in such a hurry Lynn, what's wrong?" asked Chelsea, who was already curious about Lynn's behavior. While the others just furrowed their brows and demanded an explanation from Lynn who came with a worried look on her face. The girl rubbed he