Who Is The Prince Of Jahad Novels & Stories

He looked every bit the martyr. “What is the meaning of this, Zade?” the King thundered, slamming his fist against the armrest of his throne. “You burst into a council meeting looking like a madman, and you drag this… this blood-covered creature into my hall! I have reports that you attacked the Royal Guard and destroyed an interrogation chamber!” Zade never released my hand. His fingers remained tightly woven with mine, silently lending me strength. When he spoke, however, his voice was colder than ice. “It means, Father, that the empire’s younger crown prince is a cowardly parasite.”

“It happens.” She glanced at him. He looked the same as always—calm, steady, like nothing surprised him. Crown Prince Nil. The only son of the king of the neighboring kingdom. A prince, but also a man who led soldiers into battle. People said he’d seen war before he’d seen twenty summers. He came here often. Not officially. Just… sometimes. Always to this place. “I didn’t know you were in the palace,” Zayla said. “I arrived earlier,” he answered.

She’s very hot by the way if you ever tire of her. Killian's low growl made him chuckle, ‘Back off Fae, it was a joke, just trying to lighten the mood.’ A knock on the door made them look up as two tall, lithe young men came into the room, they were identical in every way, long jet-black hair, deep navy blue eyes, and stunning good looks marred by the long scars on their bodies. ‘We are Farhid and Farhad, Princes of the Panther Pack, our father is King Fedel. We come to offer you the support of the Panthers in your fight Far Prince.’

"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."

He said to me while spreading his hand widely as a way to express just how wild the news was. “How come I have never seen you or heard from anyone that there was a prince after Belen?” I said to him, “Don’t think Belen makes me feel that much. We only have a year gap from each other.” He joked. I was slowly doubting if he even heard the news of his father’s death because he seemed so calm about it. “What’s your name?” I asked the prince. “It’s Jade, Prince Jade .” He said before forwarding his hand to me for a handshake.

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.”

Ahmet was asked to change his clothes to appear in the appearance of the nobles. Three days passed during which Ahmed watched the situation, and found that this palace is the palace of the princes, while the palace of The king Odin is under the water, the princes are three, the youngest of whom is the prince who works for Ahmet,and there are problems caused by who will be the legitimate heir to the throne.

The Warrior turned him face to me, examining me carefully. “The boarders, the markets, the incident that left the Alpha almost dead. He’s been wanted by the crown, a rouge dangerous fugitive that even harmed your king, what good would a bunch of harmless refugees get for you? But take him back and get yourself more than a reward from the king…” Jharad said. No… those were all Jharad’s doings, I was merely following him. I never hit the king, I remembered avoiding a strong aura in the markets but I had never hit the Alpha.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

He threw down his sword and walked off the field, the mob cheering him on. “You’re Majesty,” his advisor greeted and ushered him inside his quarters “the Emperor has demanded your presence in the royal court.” The prince simpered as he ordered his servants to prepare his bath and went off for the meeting. The current Emperor, Mohart Thaddeus Movako sits impatiently waiting for his son. He couldn’t stand the deafening silence any longer and shouted for his valet; at the same time, Prince Fazan’s arrival was announced. The doors opened wide and the prince strode in unfazed by his father’s glaring eyes. He slightly bent his head to nod at his father as a sign of respect––both not minding formal