The Ugly Prince Novels & Stories

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Vaste said, using her wings to hold a tea tray. "I heard something," Ulula said as she motioned for them to approach her. "That's why the prince didn't appear ever since that night, they said he was the first being cursed by the Guardian," Ulula whispered in their ears. They appeared to be neighborhood gossip. "Yes, I heard that as well," Vaste murmured. "Perhaps the prince hasn't shown up until now because he's been cursed terribly," Vaste added. "Perhaps he was transformed into a gigantic frog," Arabelle speculated and the reason for their soft laughter.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

The wind mussed his hair which was so dark it had a bluish hue to it when it interacted with the light. With his tightly coiled muscles, it was obvious that the prince was a warrior. However, unlike the other soldiers wearing armor, Prince Aldric was in a mere tunic and trousers. But the most interesting part of his features was the runes on his body gleaming with his dark magic. The runes were very alive because they seemed to writhe against his flesh with every movement. He would have been an angel if not for the wicked smile that made everyone's blood turn to ice. His angelic perfection was only there to deceive because Prince Aldric was nothing but pure undiluted evil.

_FLASHBACK_ I was able to catch a glimpse of the new princess. She was a beautiful baby. Her light mocha complexion and black wavy hair with purple strands within it made her eyes, which were a deep purple with flecks of lavender in them pop. She was going to be stunning when she was grown, and she was going to be mine. “What a beautiful baby girl you have there.” I drawled. “What the fuck are you doing here Ulrich? I have no idea how you were able to sneak through security, but you need to leave now before I call the guards.” Prince Harhream growled.

“ come on in “ prince stiles urged her in a fool voice, she looked at her prince Alden to save her and only met his eyes. Smiling wickedly after bolting the door, prince stiles looked at princess Amelia with through hatred in his eyes. Princess Amelia knowing that she was in trouble beganw beginning him, while the prince calmly approached princess Amelia , and gripped her beautiful chin. “did you see how the son of a bitch insulted me, all because of you uhhh” he said as he gripped her chin harder making sure his claws were biting through it. Shivering with pain princess Amelia, begged for mercy but that seemed to make prince stiles more furious. After a couple minutes of griping of princess

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Prince Ryan scoffed. "As the king portrayed him. The prince's mouth is full of foul words." "Why don't you come down? This unsightly creature offers little challenge. A bore, to be frank." The prince retorted with a furrowed brow. "I detest needless prattle, especially from others." "How hypocritical." The judge descended with an overflow of elegance, a smirk dancing upon his lips. "Behold the fifth judge, Hellflower, embodiment of infernal allure." Prince Ryan snorted. "Such a shame, even Alexander, the most grotesque among the princes, would eclipse your presence."

I bumped into a wall at that moment- a sturdy chest rather. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, without bothering to look at the face of the person I’d bumped into. “I wasn’t looking at where I was heading to.” I apologized. “And where are you heading to?” He asked, and in spite of myself, I jerked my head upwards, my eyes holding his. His voice was manly, yet warm. I couldn’t place it, but there was something about him which commanded respect. As I admired his facial features, I declared that it was illegal for someone to look so sinfully gorgeous. His high cheekbones complimented his face so well, and his hazel eyes pierced into mine. I felt a sudden urge to look away, yet I didn’t want to.

He asserted while attempting to read the two guards. Queen Annabelle approaches Matthew, leans in, and caresses his face before gripping his chin. "... My lovely princess can flee for the time being, but it won't last. She'll be in my hands soon... I've been waiting for this for decades, and I'm not going to let it go to waste!" Annabelle murmured, a sly smile on her face. "Your true color will never be hidden by a beautiful face or immortal beauty! You will always be ugly because your heart is filled with evil!" Sneering, Prince Matthew retorted.