The Unseelie Prince Novels & Stories

Now… she wouldn't be able to scream anymore; let alone talk. He let the older guard pick her lifeless body while he roamed his eyes around before landing on the boy in front of him. His eyes sparkled; getting nervous. Despite being a year older than the boy with a polished bare back, the youngest recruit couldn't get the confidence to talk to, now, the frustrated boy; Prince Sebastian. "Dammit!" The Prince hissed in annoyance. He was just starting and then… 'Urgh! Now what should I do!' Sebastian wanted to grip his hair but knowing there was someone else beside him, he didn't act. Sweat rolled down his body as he blazed in heat; his skin was bright red and veins popped on his hands, neck, fo

When she decides it was enough, she uttered, “I’m not gonna ask again.” “Fine!” Sebastián said in defense, distress was still flaring on his face and voice, “Who do you want?” Azrael grinned, she knew she’s getting near to the target. Sebastián definitely have a long list of celestials he encounters ranging from Angels, Demons and Fallens, “Bernael.” she said sharply. Skepticism washed Sebastián’s expression, “The Prince of Hell?”

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

John sat down on a fallen log and motioned for me to sit beside him. “Tonight is a full moon, Mercy. There’s something important I need to tell you.” I nodded, listening intently. “What is it?” He looked at me, his eyes serious. “Did you ever learn about werewolves and their connection to the moon?” Their? I shook my head, my curiosity piqued. “Not really. I mean, I know that we are connected to the moon, but I never really knew why.” John smiled faintly. “Well, that’s because the moon, Selene, known in a lot of places as Luna, or the head Luna of us all, and her movement, cycle and emotion is just like the way the moon is. Which means that the moon is one of the physical representations of

His only hope was his wolf transformation ceremony that would make him powerful enough to get out of the nonsensical promise he had made to the evil prince who derived the greatest pleasure from making him do things and doing the most outrageous things to his body. The worst was what Geran had said about going all the way. At first, he had been completely ignorant about what that meant until he checked a few books and asked around, only to find out what it actually meant. Something he would rather die than allow himself to go through, knowing Geran enough to know that he would be the one at the bottom and on the receiving end. And moreover, If it were simply taboo sex between two ordinary pe

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

Murdock corrected in irritation; probably because he couldn't fault anything else Dylan had said. "Ah." Dylan narrowed his eyes at Murdock and then waved a hand at himself. "Duke Dylan Thorn... of the Unseelie." Murdock swallowed roughly and stammered, "My apologies, Your Grace." "Duke?" I looked over at Dylan. "Who are you?" "I'm your uncle, Seren." Dylan winked at me. "Your other unseelie uncle; the handsome one." He grinned. "Also known as the Defector of the Dark Court and, rather ironically, the Unseelie Heir."

They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will take on when it's at its peak. “Prince!” Shareef ran towards me, eyes wide in disbelief. I ignored him and waved Khorasa and Faruq over. “Prince,” he said again, now out of breath.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

And while that had seemed like a request, the sinister smirk curving the corner of his mouth suggested that he was merely teasing them because he liked to work alone. Prince Aldric of the Winter Court was the last son to be born to King Oberon of the kingdom of Astaria. However, unlike his brothers that were admired and respected in the kingdom, he was loathed and feared because he was a half-dark Fae. It was no wonder that the new batch of soldiers that had been selected to join him on this task was close to pissing on their pants.