Trolls World Tour Prince D の小説・ストーリー

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

By the bored look she gives me, I think that was very unnecessary, "What the fuck is that, about Leopoldo, that guy? Can you explain? What is going on? Why are they offering so much money?" "That is Prince Leopoldo, he is the Alpha of Pack Garibaldi, but he ran away around three months ago. We believe he's hiding around here," she says, but the words are hitting me like gunshots to the head. Prince? Pack? Alpha? Those are werewolf words, "His family is looking for him." His family. His werewolf family? Fuck me in the fucking ass. "H-how would that work, if someone finds him?" I ask, gulping again in stress. The werewolf narrows her eyes at me.

But no one laughed. The whispers that filled the court instead were heavy, trembling, and horrifying. "The prince has marked the slave. The prince has bound himself forever to him. The prince has disgraced the throne." I had spent years training for this role. Groomed in etiquette, in spellcraft, in seduction, in the perfect tilt of my smile. I was to be Luna, the queen of wolves, the polished jewel of the Abyssal Palace and the DarkMoonCrest Kingdom, and now, all of it... every lesson, every sacrifice was slipping through my fingers like ash.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

That would be— Oh, Goddess. "Madame Dalia." Nine perked at the voice, both her and Mom standing from their seats as they turned around and bowed. King Leonard Byron had not looked like she had expected him to. She already knew werewolves aged slower, but he looked young, for someone she knew had ruled Raester longer than she had lived, and at his left stood a look alike of his. The Crown Prince. Unlike everyone else, he didn't stare at her with disdain, or disgust. Instead, his face bore something of curiousity. Like he wanted to know more about her.

“You have a visitor, sir.” “I’m not expecting anyone at this moment. And Storm might be stuck in traffic.” “Sir, it’s a prince.” A what now? Then a well-built blond in a black suit walked in. “May I present, His Royal Highness, Prince Camren Thayer Aleksei Keoni Gattewarde Braynburd of Triberis Capria.” “That’s a mouthful, Lud,” That must be the Prince in a well-tailored blue suit and light purple tie dismissing the blond, his protective detail.

she smiled sweetly while pointing at Kieran. Draco turned to the man beside Alpha Tadeo and Alpha Ramdel. His scrutinizing eyes fixed at the youngest man, intimidating, imposing. But after several moments passed, the man remained calm and not a hint of intimidation. With the unfavorable outcome he had, he scowled his menacing scowl no noble could withstand. "He is my grandson, Duke Draco" Alpha Tadeo announced after a while of battling not to smile while watching the human. Draco gaped at Alpha Tadeo and heave a sigh.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? The heir causing a diplomatic incident?” “I live for diplomatic incidents,” she said, giving him a wicked grin. “Besides, you’re heir to the throne. Who’s going to scold you? Your father? He’d just write another treaty.” Cris chuckled, nerves easing a fraction. “You really are my favorite terrible influence.” “I’m the only reason you haven’t died of boredom yet.” Lori’s amber eyes swept the Thornvale side. “Speaking of interesting things - check out the prince.” Cris followed her gaze and nearly forgot how to breathe. Across the bridge, framed by silver banners, Leo Drazan stood like a shadow sculpted from moonlight.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?