Trolls Prince D Novels & Stories

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

Princess Prom said excitedly, ignoring the words of Laz. "Awwn, I want him at all cost." Tre also said. "what! he's mine and not yours. No one's taking my prince."Gog shouted. "Your prince or my prince." Tre answered back angrily as her voice was getting harshy. "Are you Mocking me?! Who always spy on him every time he visits the dragon kingdom." replied Prom "Ohh, who cover you up when you go to spy on him?" Tre stood up from her seat and stared down at Prom who also stared back at her.

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

His deep voice carried across the hall. “Today,” he declared proudly, “our beloved princess has found her prince. Our kingdoms have found unity. And our children have found joy. From this day forward, Prince Carl of Valoria and Princess Ariel of Eldoria shall walk as one.” A thunder of cheers followed. People jumped to their feet, stomping, clapping, whistling. “Long live the Prince! Long live the Princess!” But Prince Carl barely heard a word. He was staring at Ariel, completely lost, eyes fixed on her like he was under a spell. He didn’t even blink, afraid to miss a single second of her smile.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Cayden turned to look at me and then I shook my head in disapproval before turning to look at the father and son. “Who are you?” I asked the son. “I asked you a question first! What are you doing here?!” He bawled at me as he led his father to a chair that had been brought. “My Queen.” Shrilly said as he crept beside me. “His name is Kata. He’s the Prince here, the ruler of the Trencher Hole.” Shrilly explained. I turned to look at the Kata guy. “The Rogues have a Prince?” Andrea said but from the way she said it, I could tell she found it funny.

We were immediately handed a pick axe and told to go to work. “No,” Cat said, throwing down the tool. “I am a princess of Alderei, and she is a Duchess. Neither of us is going to work like slaves for you.” I rolled my eyes to the Mother at Cat’s arrogance – and, let’s face it, stupidity. Letting the enemy know you are royalty isn’t the brightest idea. “Oh,” the troll who appeared to be in charge said. “We have royalty in our midst!” The others laughed. “Roy, take these two fancy ladies up to the suite we have reserved for honored guests.” Shit, we’re going to end up in a hole.

he bowed and grabs the princess' hands and kissed the back of the palm in a gentle touch "you're such an ASSHOLE!" the princess pull back her hands and "Pfft! (giggles) ahem we apologize, your highness, we're from the kingdom of Quilde, I'm prince calben the third prince and his my brother the second prince, we were just wandering around here and it is our first so we " the younger brother explained and holds his laugh Prince Dagorlad chivalric ended as he heard the word ASSHOLE "ME? ASSHOLE?!" Prince Dagorlad retorted "YOU BITCH! "

The Prince shot up onto his feet, starring daggers into Jake. "You!" The Prince was appalled, "it's you!" Everyone in the building was surprised at the Princes out burst. "What's going on, does the Prince know this man?" "Huh, what's happening?" The Prince calmed himself down and showed a smirk before gently sitting back down. "So, it's you? Who would have thought?" Prince Dominic spoke and took a sip of his wine. "I've been wondering who would be so bold as to impersonate the Prince of Paris and even use my name to drive the Celts back behind the barrier."