The Unseelie Prince Novels & Stories

It was obviously a male, he was naked and disgusting. "Who the fuck are you to order me around little girl," he growls low at me. "I'm the unseelie princess and need to follow the blue lights to save the seelie king," I state firmly. "An unseelie saving a seelie, unheard of," he chuckles. I shake my head at the five-foot male goblin, his one eye skimming over me. I scowl at him, showing my disgust. "This is the goblin king's land miss and you're trespassing," he snarled. Oh, shit what was the deal with goblins, oh yeah.

“The Seelie are what most mortals imagine when they think of the Fae. Radiant, elegant, full of music and mirth. They ruled under golden light and clear skies. Their lands bloom endlessly, and their presence brings warmth to every world they touch.” Kaelani narrowed her eyes. “And the Unseelie?” The girl’s lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. “The stories have painted us as malevolent. Twisted. Dangerous.” She exhaled gently. “But that’s not an accurate representation of us.” She stepped closer to the railing. “The Unseelie embody the forgotten. The unseen. We rule in shadow, in instinct, in magic that stirs beneath the skin. We are not wicked—we are balance. Where Seelie nurture life, we pro

Which is not a good news either. Ever heard of the Seelie and Unseelie? The two kingdoms are just like that. Well the Seelie, in our dictionary, is the Kingdom of Thalia. The unseelie, on the other hand, is the Kingdom of Tereau. It means that in every world, there is good and bad. In their world, the separation is evident between Thalie and Tereau. The Kingdom of Tereau is bad news. They are full of rogues who oppose the ruling of the Kingdom of Thalia. They are ruled by a king who wants them gone. You could say that he can be a villain.

Before Elaine had the chance to speak again, the witch lunged forward, catching everyone off guard and gripping the Princess around the neck in a tight lock. Isabel moved frantically around, searching desperately for a weak spot that would free her best friend from Odette's grip, the King and Queen moved forward, ready to attack but stopped instantly when the grip around Elaine's neck was tightened. She didn't dare to fight for herself though, secretly she was frightened of what would happen to her parents and everyone around her if she did.

If she revealed herself now, Helena’s sacrifice meant nothing. Saoirse turned and fled into the shadows. She was no longer a Princess. She was a rat in the walls. The courtyard of the Sun Spire was a theater of horrors. Tristan, the Third Prince of the Empire, sat atop his black warhorse, looking utterly bored. Around him, the devastation was absolute. The Emperor’s Iron Legion—men encased in steam-powered armor—were rounding up the survivors. The enchanted forest, once vibrant with bioluminescence, was being fed into wood-chippers to fuel the tanks.

She was shocked. "I don't want to be rude but I am a demon prince and she is my employee. I don't give a fuck about that student-teacher stupid relation. Apart from that, my dear teacher who was supposed to be a human isn't a human anymore. I want to know who she is and what she is." I gazed at her and she appeared perplexed, sweating when I mentioned Alexis being a creature. "What are you hiding, Miss Solace?" I could sense her tension building up.

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

And as he spoke, he would break down in tears. "Elizabeth… I know I was wrong. Will you wake up and look at me one more time? Or… should I come find you instead?" He drank the concoction of eclipse herb from the glass. Kael had once told me that vampires were nearly immortal—almost impossible to kill. And the eclipse herb was one of the few things that could end them. It would turn him human for three days… before burning him to nothing. Pressing his face against mine, tears streaming down, he whispered, "Elizabeth… can you wait for me?"

But when it's hungry to feast, it would cover itself, shielding the true monstrous terror of a face it has with a tick cloth and mingle amongst the villagers. They say anyone who crossed path with the sorrowest creature would be held by an incurable illness. If one was to rip off the cloth away from the creature face, the outside air would suffocate it until it is at the brick of death... Prince Barlion's face shone with a nasty smile as he realized that he got to me. He stared at me with his brown eyes as if he has already won. A chuckled vibrates from his chest before he moved his arms behind him and clasps his hands together.

Blood waits, but blood offers. Elena froze, crown of constellations brightening instantly, blinding, protective, furious, because Lily, 6, queen of small chairs, who fixed toilet with small star, who called her star queen. Adrian's heart, which beat warm fast for Elena, went cold, slow, like cursed again, because blood letter triggered old curse memory. "She wants Lily," Adrian whispered, dangerous, low, Winter Prince who would kill for queen and heirs.