The Unseelie Prince Novels & Stories

An ominous shadow appeared on the priestess's face when she stood up, looking straight into the princess’s eyes. “The being who broke the seal is no ordinary person your highness. The whole spell that had protected our capital for hundreds of years has been tainted and is now totally destroyed, I’m afraid we may be facing a monster demon, a monster not from this world, a creature of abomination,” priestess Unei’s voice was deep and full of fear as she explained her insights. Struck with terror the princess was lost for words, she froze in place, staring at the floor, looking at the now damaged legendary writings on the floor.

She explodes, forgetting the skeleton in her own cupboard as she flares up in indignation. "It would be a best-seller, the fact that the Prince, being fully aware that the disappearance of the stars can cause the disappearance of the Princess, actually goes ahead to carry out the rituals, says the chants, manifests the imagery, and conjures the spell to go into Moonilia's private covert sanctum, and steal the stars." Noelle is walking around the Prince in circles, surprised at the fact that she still has flutters in her belly just looking at him standing there and looking all perplexed and guilty.

Which is exactly why I didn’t tell my parents I volunteered until after I was officially chosen. Honestly? I’m proud as hell. Zoe, Pops, and Mamá all seem stoked too. Getting picked for the Unseelie Court? That’s some badass shit. It's the court known for being devious and openly dangerous. Poor Sebastián’s stuck with the Seelie—getting all prettied up to play deadly politics with a smile on his face. It sounds like playing chess with a dagger pressed to your throat. I’d rather we all just acknowledge we’re dangerous and could claw out someone’s eyes if they look at us sideways. Sets everyone on equal footing.

“And the Royal Alpha Shifter Zormel controlled the Tainted that aided her.” The Faeries? And the Shifters? And that name. Zormel. He was behind the Tainted. A memory surfaced, unbidden, of a face twisted in a mask of cruel ambition. The Exiled Prince. The disgraced heir. The memory was vivid: the stench of blood and terror in his hidden laboratories, the evidence of his brutal torture and murder of humans and supernaturals alike. He hadn’t just been experimenting. He had been feasting. Devouring their flesh to master his ability to take multiple forms. He had only ever needed a drop of their blood, but he had taken so much more. He had killed them. He had feasted upon them.

I raised both my hands and called on my powers. "Keran? Why is an unseelie fairy prince here? What can you possibly do to me," Luric chuckled maniacally and raised his hands. The updraft almost pulled me off my feet and I gritted my teeth and directed a golden blast his way. "That's not going to stop him, lass," Keran said firmly and whipped one of his black tendrils out towards Luric's chest, yelling out that he was king now. Luric smiled and raised a golden shield, blocking Keran's attack. Sebastian shook his head.

Maybe part of me still carried the ache of never being chosen. Selene stepped closer. "The prince will become central to your fate." My face heated immediately. "I am not sure about that with him, it's... complicated." A faint smile touched her lips. "Fate often is." Then suddenly her expression darkened. The silver mist trembled. "Listen carefully, child of two worlds. The Forgotten are searching for something buried beneath the kingdom." I could feel the cold sensation of dread slide down my spine. “What?" "They seek a gate." The word echoed unnaturally.

He said he knew a secret passage that would lead us to the throne room, where the ceremony would take place. We ran through the dark forest, avoiding the patrols of demon soldiers. The angel leader told me to stay close and be quiet. He said the demons had enhanced senses and could smell our fear. I tried to calm my nerves, but it was hard. I had faced demons several times, and they had all died by my sword , so fighting their prince was nothing to me. My aim was to kill him. He was said to be the most powerful and ruthless of them all, a master of dark magic and bloodlust. He had been sealed away for centuries, but somehow he had broken free and started a war with the other clans.

"I cannot take these, no!" Aelanor said, "And where did you even get these dresses from? I thought shadow creatures don't need clothes?" "I am a vessel for the worlds- the reason why I can change into a solid being, like yourselves, or shadow at will- which, I was sure you would have guessed if you were as clever as you look, Princess." Aelanor had had enough. Curling the black dress into her fists and quite forgetting that she was a Princess, she threw the lot at Haz'th, who ducked.

It was part of the price he had to pay as Prince of House Eventide. The malicious Fae, Cinder would lure the human with his faery light and draw them over, across the Veil. There in the heart of the wood he, and presumably his older brother Aelinth, would watch the Dain consume the human, and they would be allowed to rule House Eventide another moon’s cycle.

I wanted to kill him myself but I made the choice, I chose Lily. She might not think her mother and I care but we do. We care more than she will ever know. Riley wanted to buy Lily from the day she was born, but since it was against the rules he had to wait. And when the Lycan Prince beat him to it Riley was running with rage. But he wouldn’t dare challenge him knowing he wouldn’t survive his powerful attack. Riley searched for a reason why the prince had brought her when he said he wasn’t interested what made him change his mind? Riley didn’t know….but it didn’t take him long to figure it out.