Twenty Princes Novels & Stories

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

"My health is failing, and the kingdom needs security. Before I pass my crown, I must ensure your future. Today, you must choose one of my sons to be your husband. You will rule by his side as the future Luna." A cold shiver ran down Seraphina’s spine. Her hands trembled slightly beneath the fabric of her dark green gown. She looked at the four brothers standing in a row, all of them staring down at her. On the far left stood Prince Jaxon, the youngest. He had a lazy, arrogant smirk plastered on his face. He was a notorious playboy, treating women like disposable toys. Seraphina knew he would betray her before the wedding night even ended. Next to him was Prince Killian, the ruthless warrior

the voice said and disappeared. Then, all the lights were extinguished, making the palace covered in darkness. Phyros lit up his hand for them to see each other. “Secure the princess’ safety!” he ordered as he held Alf’s hand tight, assuring her. “Let’s find a place to hide the princess – “ he said, his voice still hasn’t fallen when that voice again can be heard. “You have nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! A price will be paid!” the voice said, seething in anger and madness.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

Maybe they only cared about the picture that would sell. The steps leading into court were wide, made of pale stone that had been scrubbed clean so many times the surface looked almost polished. Royal guards lined the sides, rifles slung across their chests, eyes forward, expressions stiff. The moment we appeared, the noise from the press swelled like a tide. “Your Highness!” “Prince Richard!” “Prince Arden!” “Prince Sebastien!” Questions overlapped, thrown like stones. “Have you reconciled with your brother, Your Highness?”

“You can’t depend on me to fix your minor messes forever.” Tears filled my eyes. “Klover. You will always have a place here.” The princes… Something is wrong there. They are lethargic, and they don’t seem princely. Granted, I’ve never been around a ton of princelings, but one would think that they would act a little like my father. After all, he had once been a prince.

Her name is White and we promised each other to get what we truly deserve. "My Lady?!" The Chief elder called out. It seems they've been talking to me and my silly mind has been playing a hide and seek game with me. "These are the late king four four princes, mere looking at them, they're ready and being groomed for this very day to come; they're handsome, fearless, compassionate and above all has the warrior spirit." The Orator said.

Sua’s hand lingered on her neck, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The skin beneath her fingertips pulsed with a strange, foreign heat. She stared intently at the man sitting before her. This wasn't just any man. This was Prince Rai Yuan, the terrifying "Bloodthirsty Man" of the Shewu Empire.

She said, “I prefer the third prince, and my father has informed me that as soon as King Ronan chooses his wife, he will insist that the other princes follow suit.. The other girls around her praised her luck, and I tried hard to resist the urge to turn and look at her. “The fifth and sixth princes are still a little young and cannot be matched yet, but I would like to go after the fourth prince also.” I listened as the girls began discussing the many princes they coveted, with those interested in the same prince beginning to bicker with one another. Their next line of conversation is interrupted by a troop of guards entering the hall. With a row of eunuchs ahead, they clapped their hands in