The Unseelie Prince Novels & Stories

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

"Her pulse is thready though." Several guards burst through the door, followed closely by a small brown man with gigantic eyes. He hustled to Heather. "What happened? We all felt the burst of magic." "Mabon stole her heart." Prince Aeryck's voice was deadly. "I need a messenger. Queen Maeve has declared war on the Seelie Kingdom." "Unseelie witch!" Rhys joined Xander on the floor, his hand grasping Heather's tightly. "Who isn't he Queen of Air and Darkness?" My question hung in the air as all eyes snapped to me. Ella shook her head slowly.

Beside him, the famous vampire socialite Serena wore a gown worth millions, a glittering diamond tiara on her head. That tiara. Damon once promised he'd give it to me when I came of age. On screen, Serena stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to Damon’s cheek. He didn't pull away. I remembered all the times I’d been weak after he’d fed, begging for a simple, comforting kiss. He always refused. "Elena, I am a vampire prince, not some sentimental human," he would say. Turns out, he just refused me. Chloe was yelling something on the phone, but her voice was a distant buzz.

My shock must have shown on my face because his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. The fae and fairies were notoriously proud races. Most barely tolerated the other kingdoms. Dragons were territorial to the point of brutality. They hated dealing with the faes. Yet here stood a fae holding a position of authority inside the private fortress of the realm’s most feared Dragon Prince. I recovered quickly before I embarrassed myself further. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” I replied politely. Aeris bowed his head gracefully. “You as well, Princess.” Then he stepped aside. “If you would follow me, I'll take you to your chambers.”

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

Una immediately recognized the Gwiazdan crest on his black and silver uniform. “Prince Ahldrite, your brother wants to see you.” Drite distanced himself and whispered. “I’ll get back to you later, Succubus.” “You are Prince Ahldrite?!” Una could not believe what she had just heard. She was doomed! Of all the creatures she could meet after her revival, the Prince of Gwiazda found her. He was next in line to the throne and could persuade his brother to make a royal edict to kill her instantly. Worse, Drite might do it before his brother found out. Una couldn’t blame them if they thought she was a threat.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

The wood swung open to reveal the prince, a glare set across his handsome features. “Took you long enough faerie.” He snapped at me, and his eyes travelled down my body, stopping at my bandaged wrist. Anger flashed across his face, the intensity in his eyes making me squirm as he looked back up at me. “Who did that?” He snapped, and took a step towards me. I took a step back, and pulled my wrist up to my chest, hugging it to my body. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I did. I slipped while getting my dress off.” I lied, and I could tell by his face that he didn’t buy a word of it. He growled under his breath, but didn’t push for a further explanation.

Ambrose spoke clearly, his voice echoing around the rocky valley. A deal? You are lucky Fae Prince that I do not bite your head off. Rhae blinked slowly, trying to recall if she heard that right. Prince? Ambrose hadn't told her that she was a prince. Ambrose shook his head and tried again, "Please, Astarot, we need your help." The large purple draekon snickered and looked down at them again, Speak your needs. We will decide if we want to help. Ambrose turned to Rhae and nodded at her, standing and stepping behind her.

The doctors say my condition seems to be cured. Sometimes I felt so small being in this family. My mother was a human/dragon shifter hybrid witch with holder abilities who came from the human world. She saves people on a day-to-day basis. My father was born a prince but left for love and became a Nobel using all he learned previously. My Aunt Hannah was the Queen. My Aunt Sadia and Uncle Cade were part of one of the strongest werewolf packs after all the help of my mother. Aunt Sadia was one of the strongest members while Cade was one of the most resourceful. Uncle Gray was a magic user, there weren’t many dragon shifters who learned spell work, but he was only of the talented ones. Uncle Gr