Who Is The Prince Of Jahad Novels & Stories

He seemed to have forgotten the things he had done to me as he tried to get closer, until one sharp look from Mom and he was sent flying back by one of her guys. I calmly watched as he let out a low moan, his stomach wound tearing open and turning his shirt crimson. "We did talk about being each other's best man, Josh, but that was back when we were best friends, the closest of brothers. "You tricked me, your so-called best friend, into coming to Macoria with the plan to sell me off and settle your debts!

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, continue.” “You are eager,” the woman said, “I can understand,” she smiled. “The Dark Prince had three brothers, they feared him just as they hated him but none of them could challenge him. And their hatred burned deep in their souls especially when they see how their father dotes on him. He was the youngest of all four brothers but the king made him his crown prince, robbing his first son off his title so you can understand why he should hate his younger brother. The Dark Prince in his own, didn’t really care about the throne but he was a loyal dog, would do anything to make his father happy. However, King Josiah’s greed was bigger than him, always sending him out to

he said truthfully. " Why don't you like each other?" I asked. " We are both young alphas who took over at the same time. There was always a quiet competition between us, but there was no strong ill will against the other," he said. " Our mothers were cousins. Rhaegar was the beloved Prince of werewolves. He was always notorious, and praised for that while I was in his shadow," I've always wanted to know why Rhaegar hasn't taken over as king yet, but I will ask Ella or Nate. It would be inappropriate to ask Layth.

They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will take on when it's at its peak. “Prince!” Shareef ran towards me, eyes wide in disbelief. I ignored him and waved Khorasa and Faruq over. “Prince,” he said again, now out of breath.

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

In the midst of the aridity, an artificial oasis worth trillions of dollars stands proudly - the Obsidian Sand Palace, the headquarters of the largest oil conglomerate in the eastern hemisphere and also the most powerful Alpha clan in the Arab region, Emir Jahil Al-Fasid. Jahil is not like the late Zalim Al-Khabith who was stupidly arrogant. He is a genius tyrant, a slippery, elegant, and very calculating master of global commodity markets. He sat on his marble throne, sipping high-quality Arabica coffee while listening to the report from his advisor.

His wife princess Charlotte was by his side and behind them was their daughter, princess Isabella. The two brothers don't get along so well. Jamal is the crown prince but failed to realise that his brother Clifford is also a prince. The difference between them was that he was born first and automatically became the crown prince. But as long as he is still not on the throne, they are equal, both of them are princes of the Ashanti Kingdom. Jamal was brutal and mean while Clifford was the quiet easy going one, loved by the citizens and people of the kingdom and countries around them.

I was starting to feel so numb that even the feel of the rain dripping on my skin didn’t bother me. “Prince Vaidas of the Kingdom of Nazeer.” The announcer introduced the next candidate, and my brows hiked up. A prince? My head slightly tilted to the side at the exact moment a smirk formed on my father’s face. I was right. He was rooting for this one. “Who is he?” I asked. “Second prince of the Kingdom of Nazeer, from another continent. We have been at war with them for the longest time. I guess it’s time both Kingdoms raise a white flag when a union happens.”

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.