Twenty Princes Novels & Stories

Just wanting her to be happy. “You still don’t understand.” Savvy says, white as a sheet as she stares off into space. “Elijah is a Prince of Werewolves and Witch Kingdoms. The one who will be taking the seat of power from his father, the next King of Werewolves, is turning eighteen. All of the Elders will be here for the ball tonight.”

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

"Nala is also a gifted girl. I would be very proud of you as your wife if you married her." Fearing that Nerissa would continue saying such obscene things, he quickly went back to the Denverville branch of Harmony Clinic. "So, nothing much happened?" Deborah asked. Felix shook his head. "No, just a guy called Zayn Palmer came. He seemed to be the sixth prince from the royal family." When Deborah heard this, she frowned. "The sixth prince? That man is incredibly vengeful, but he is royalty, after all. Without a public conflict, he wouldn't dare act too boldly. For now, there's no need to worry too much."

"What the hell are you talking about?" "I didn't keep you because you were my son," Malrec hissed. "I kept you because I stole you. Twenty-one years ago, during the raid on the old Dreadfang Citadel. You weren't a Vaelis prince. You were the only son of the true Dreadfang King. My greatest trophy." The world tilted. I looked at Kaelor. He had frozen, his gaze locked on mine. We weren't just mates. We were the two halves of a stolen crown. The scholar-king and the beast-king. One bloodline, ripped apart by a war of greed, now standing in the ruins of the man who did it.

“Go on.” “So like, are we just spying on the royal family or killing someone there?” His eyes darken with something unlike anything I've ever seen or maybe I'm imagining it. “You'll be killing the entire royal family.” “All of them?” Shane asks, shocked. Rhea and I gasp. “The princes, princesses, the king. Yes, Shane, all but don't touch the crown prince's mother, the queen. She's mine to deal with. All you need to do is capture her.”

The Empress’s addition only made Long Chen more anxious. In the arena, the five princes had been eliminated; all five lay on the arena floor with smiles on their faces. Even though they’d lost, at least they’d managed to put up a fight for a little while. The ninth prince, the last to exit, sincerely apologized for not being able to defeat the little bird, but no one objected. How could they possibly win against a figure like that little bird? With a little bird’s power like that, they wouldn’t even be able to win in the real world.

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.

Both were dashing as they strode to the aisle of their waiting townsmen. "Where is Prince Ares?" I overheard the murmurs circulating around. "Prince Ares is not attending?" "Why is Prince Ares not around?" "I was expecting him!" "The first prince must be busy," Thiara whispered to me. "That Prince Ares they're talking about is the first prince. That one in black and white is the second, Prince David, and that in blue attire is the youngest, Prince Martin." "But although he is busy, he must have showed up even just for a few moments since everyone is expecting him."

If anything, it's… dread? “Who are they?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “They’re the elite of the elite.” Her voice trembles, genuinely, it trembles. “If you want to have a peaceful life in SMA, you have to be on their good side.” “That’s ridiculous.” Kids can’t own a school. “Who are the golden boys?” “Geoffrey and Jeremiah SilverMoon and they’re trouble,” she blurted fast as if her butt was on fire. “I like you, Barbie, but I mean it when I say, stay away.”