The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

He was a powerful wizard, and some merman and mermaids call him god. “ I see that I also have to teach you your manners, my words where I say and quote, “I wouldn't have your soul if you get a true love kiss from the human and not you giving the kiss”. Pursuli grinned. “What do you want, pursuli, I will gladly give to you in exchange for my dad's life”? Alec offered, that was the only thing he could do. Offer something to the wizard in other to get what you want. “Well, if I kill your father the throne is yours, right ?” Pursuli smirked.

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

"You bastard!" I cursed Alf Mac, but I did not expect such hypocrisy and malignity from this seemingly hospitable man! "Leon will definitely win the war, but you choose to fall for Madeleine's camp at this time! How stupid!" "I'm afraid that it will be Her Highness Madeleine who wins the war in the end!" Alpha Mike said contemptuously, "I should have thought long ago how the always ruthless and strict Prince of Lyon would take a woman to fight. It turns out that you are the key to deciding the outcome of the war!" Princess Madeleine's letter said, "Just hang you high on the wall. Our valiant Prince of Lyon will immediately become a coward, who will not only lay down his arms for you, but eve

Here, hold the line. She moved through the mass of fighting warriors, keeping her attention fixed only on the warlord. She could see the smirk on his lips and the evil glitter in his eyes as she got closer. Now that he was in her grasp, this was the man who had brought her so much pain. She yelled, "Warlord!" to get his attention. "Look at me!" The warlord turned, a look of vile glee on his face. "So, Havenbrook's small commander approaches me directly. How honorable.

It was a beautiful, sprawling estate nestled in a place of breathtaking beauty, where the air was sweet with the scent of blooming flowers and the sound of birdsong filled the air. “Are you coming soon?” I asked Edgar on the phone. “I just drove into the estate.” He answered as I smiled. “I’ll be right down.” I said before hanging up. I picked my tote bag, while the butler took it upon himself to aid with the remaining bags. “Thank you.” I appreciated him with the gift I got when Leo and I went shopping within the week. It was a thick forest green scarf that matched his almond colored eyes. “Thank you ma’am.” He said as he gave me the warmest smile.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

The sensation of his touch sent a massive electric shock pulsing straight to the center of my spirit. My tracking senses recorded how thoroughly wet my skin had become under his palm. Logan slowly stripped the heavy traveling tunic and leather cravat from his broad shoulders, his golden eyes glowing with an absolute, unbridled lust that mirrored his predatory rank. The heat in my cheeks deepened into a dark rose color. My spirit was forced to admit that, in this exact interval, the raw masculine power radiating from the Warlord was entirely irresistible to my beast. Blushing furiously, my palms offered a weak, gentle push against his collarbone.

Every single eye in the crowded hall shifts straight toward my exposed chest. Inside the supreme Adebayo Dominion, the king’s chosen mate is the biggest reflection of their border territory's total dominance. Even if a wolf is treated like a captured slave in the dark rooms, his outer look before the rival clans must stay totally flawless to show off the warlord's massive power. Earlier, when my hands covered the stitched emblem, the guests all thought my tunic was cheap garbage from a nameless omega rogue. But the tight, beautiful line cuts and the thick, heavy wool already hinted at a very special master weaver.

I said looking at the prince, Kiara’s hand slid down my arm and I slowly intertwined our fingers when her hand reached my own, keeping my eyes on Sebastian who nodded at me, his eyes showing that he was on my side despite being in the broken state that we were all in, Celine took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers making the prince smile at his wife’s action, knowing that she was there by his side would strengthen him, we all knew that. “Looks like we’re preparing for another war then?” Grace asked raising an eyebrow at me, I chuckled and nodded. “Only this time, we’re playing it our way”