The Unseelie Prince Novels & Stories

"They married the prince. And they all died on the full moon." "After that, the prince changed..." Every full moon, to stop himself from shifting, Alaric had his servants bind him in silver chains. He let the silver burn into his flesh, searing his wolf-soul, rather than risk hurting anyone. "The prince doesn't hate you," Graves said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He just doesn't want to spill any more innocent blood..." I nodded. And kept every word in my heart.

His father was the Greet Seer, whose father and Great grandfather had talked about the calamity that would befall all races, if the cursed son of the first Royal vampire gets together with the daughter of the fake royal family, a hybrid, who was cursed as a result of the circumstances surrounding her birth. Although, no one has any ideas about where she is, who she is or whether she’s still alive. Assumptions about her have been on the lips of everyone for ages, that he himself, who inherited his gift from his father, decided to look for her on his own, to stop her from meeting the cursed prince. He came back for a while to his pack, as a result of an important issue his father had to talk t

"Now take your hands off of her. That's an order. From your prince." He didn't look at me as he said it—confessed it—but I felt the weight of the words hit me. This was a nightmare. It was bad enough I had opened myself up to an Unseelie. But not just any Unseelie. The prince. Had my uncle known? What would the Queen do when she found out?

I said walking toward him, he avoided my eyes taking a deep breath fearing my anger, but I got my answer knowing that everything got too much on her. “Prince Sebastian asked her to dance…” “I’m aware of that, I saw them” I said stopping him, I had seen the prince invite my mate to dance, I didn’t mind, it wasn’t something that was unusual in a ball, especially when a new face was introduced, a girl’s, to be more specific, the princes would be looking to dance with her, especially if the prince wasn’t married, or hadn’t found his mate, in Sebastian’s case, he had lost his mate years ago, she had died in a fire caused by the dark magic witches, it was one of the reasons he despised all witches

The supernaturals looked at the entourage and wondered which of them was the crown prince. Phidius and the rest introduced themselves, then it was time for Theodore. "Greetings to the Alliance. I am Azazel, demon prince of Hades. It is a pleasure to meet you all." he bowed before them. "Wow! He is so handsome. He looks just like his father." "I heard he is a half demon though, his mother is human." "Do you think he would be interested in another species." the supernaturals gossiped among themselves. Alistair looked at the demon prince with a conflicted look on his face. The demon prince looked familiar, it felt that he had seen him somewhere but he couldn't recollect exactly where he had see

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.

I say, still confused but letting her continue. “So to answer your question - no, Caterina would not have seen the Unseelie Queen’s mark. No one else but those of royal Seelie or Unseelie blood can see it,” she explains. “Knowing the Unseelie Queen claimed him and how we spent the night, I ran out of there as fast as I could.” “Wait,” I ask, holding up my hand. “Are we talking about THE Unseelie Queen? part of the ones who murdered your original Court?”

I need to get supplies that can help me create a potent dream blocker. Not comfortable having the incubus on my ass, I turn around and decide to take a stroll around Crestbane before heading to the store. Fortunately, he finally got the memo and left me. Forty-five minutes later, I arrive at my dorm and pause outside the door with a frown. The four princes are all leaning on the rail just opposite my door. And not just that. There is a dream blocker hanging on my door frame, A fancy necklace with a white fang I believe belongs to the dead Vampire, hanging beside the dream blocker, a pack of food, and two boxes of things I have no idea what.

The room holds its breath. In his hand, he carries a slim folder. He walks straight to me and, without hesitation, takes my hand in his. The crowd watches in stunned silence as he lifts it, revealing the silver ring glittering on my finger. “My name is Lucian Varyn,” he says, voice cold and precise. “Second Prince of the Lycan Court. And this woman... Selene Caelum... is my wife.” The room gasps in collective disbelief. “Prince Lucian?”

“Clareath has imprisoned the brethren of the castle in the dungeon and is torturing and killing them. “I could not save them,” I confessed. “They were too many, and too well guarded. I am just one girl. But there was one thing I could do for them,” I met the prince Rivyn’s eyes, it was his name that the Seers of Seigradh had spoken, it was he that I needed to inspire to come to my aid. “I could seek the Fae Court, let you know of their plight, and plead for your intervention.”