Fourth Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s sending you to your death! We lost half our men just getting here! How are we supposed to survive? No food, no water, no money! And you… your face.” Zic looked at the man he called the Fourth Prince. His skin was as pale and flawless as fresh milk. Even though he was dressed in coarse, torn clothes, he seemed to glow. His face was all sharp angles and a perfectly set jawline. His long hair was tied in a ponytail, showcasing a perfect forehead, a straight nose, and lips as red as blood. But the most captivating thing was his eyes… a deep blue that was just charming. He was breathtaking.

A soft knock on the heavy wood door broke his thoughts. "Come in," Kael commanded coldly. The door opened, and Lucan, the youngest prince, stepped inside. Lucan did not look like Jaxon or Killian.

This is the Crown Prince Charles Visma the 4th, the famous Lusty Prince and at the same time a crafty old fox that eager for the thrones, to the point of becoming a mindless dogs to his own father, King Visma the 3rd. “Has the matter being settled?..is the rumours were true?..”. (Crown Prince Charles Visma the 4th) With his deep voice he asked as he went and sat on the sofa in the middle of the room. Both Viscount Baxter Anderton and Baron Raynard Belloc, knelt before him and answered.

It had a deep voice, but Quinn found it familiar. "Who are you?" That was when the lightning stopped. Mia found the voice familiar, just like Quinn did. She held back her pain as she asked the question. "Oh, don't you know me anymore? Well, that's normal. Look at me now. It would be impossible to recognize me. I'm Jasper Voidheart, the fourth prince of the Great Emerald Empire. Wait, that's not right. I'm now the Fourth Duke. Hahaha!" He laughed as he revealed his identity.

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

With their guidance, we were able to end the war. It wasn't peaceful, but they've been able to hold the fort long enough to prove their power. They didn't mingle. Unmated and arrogant. I only met them once. They were princes, spoke less, and at some point they were rumoured to be dumb. Funny because I've heard their voices — husky, charming and seductive without putting in any effort. They were known as the formidable four. No one crossed them and went free. Merrick always wanted to have an opportunity to speak to them, but he was the lowest ranking alpha in the kingdom, and so he wasn't qualified.