The Ugly Prince Novels & Stories

With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct.

"He's so damn ugly. I've never seen him up close, but the sight of him terrifies me from afar." Chelsea bristled at Kayla's harsh words, his instincts urging him to defend Arc. But before he could say anything, Farron had already spoken up, sparing him the need to intervene. Farron's expression became disapproving. "Kayla, stop! It's not his fault he was born that way. The townsfolk have already treated him like garbage; you don't need to add to it." "No one's ever ugly. Everyone's beautiful," River said, offering a gentle counterpoint.

"Of course. We can't have him thinking I'm some huge ugly monster. I'm going to show him what I really look like." "There were arrows of ice and blades of wind flying everywhere!" Prince Ron exclaimed as he stood on his bed, making gestures with his hand. "Your big brother went like woosh! And your other brother went bang bang! The witch raised his ugly staff and whaaaaaa! The ugly Darklings scattered but they quickly went back to their normal forms!" "It must have been so scary." Tariel said, staring at Prince Ron with wide eyes. He couldn't imagine fighting creatures that could not die.

I wake up from the loud knocking on my door. I forced myself to stand up. I could barely open my eyes. I put on my slippers and walked towards the door. The mayordoma or the head of the maids in our house greeted me. “Good morning, Princess. A special visitor paid a visit and your father said that you need to dress decently right now and join them for breakfast,” she said in a British accent. “Do I really need to be there?”

That was how he stayed clean in the eyes of the public. The prince chose it. The prince accepted responsibility. The prince did what was right. A neat narrative. A sealed box. And inside that box, whatever ugliness it took to force the outcome could remain private. He thought he had trapped me with Nala. He thought one night under his roof meant ownership. He thought locking a woman into my wing, crafting a scene before dawn, was enough to make me fold under the weight of image and duty. So I gave him what he expected.

Orion lets his hands slip all the way from his face. “Do you really think that’s true?” Anton just laughs and shakes his head at the spoiled Prince, who has been catered to so much that he doesn’t even realize people are doing it. “If you were a girl with your life on the line, and you thought a guy was ugly, would you tell him? Or would you smile at him like he was the prettiest Prince in the whole Realm of Darkness?”

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

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"