Fourth Prince の小説・ストーリー

he mumbles while shaking his head. "My descendant is far more important than you, King Fergus" Alpha Tadeo mocks which was resounded by everyone who had moved closer to their side. "My son will give you another heir who could keep you busy, Your Majesty" Alpha Ramdel boasted with a smile. "Yeah, for sure it won't be long. With your beastly appetite, the Princess surely has our grandchild by now" Freya playfully mumbles, smiling at his husband. "That's how we love our mate, my love" Ramdel whispers to his mate.

“So, you believe us now that the fourth prophecy is about you, Princess?” “Yes, I do. I don’t understand how, but when I get back from Cohen’s Alpha ceremony, we’re going to start dissecting the third prophecy. The fourth still makes no sense, but it doesn’t seem to have come to light yet. And based on the first two lines, it’s not the right time for this prophecy to begin.” I say. When Spring comes In the dead of Winter Buppig says the words that start the fourth prophecy. “A good point, Princess, since we are in fall. But it means that the prophecy should come to light in the next few months.”

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

"Yes. I apologize for not coming sooner. Our sector of Hell has been a mess." I wince. I'm sure the demons down there were all now scrambling after the news of the death of the fourth prince. With the way it sounded from Belial talking that first time he'd come to my house to confront Sol, it sounded like the other princes had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Now with the fourth prince out of the way, I'm sure they were having a field day. "What's going on down there?" "Mass slaughter, mostly." My eyes widen. "What? Why?"

I moved to the bars separating our cells and found myself staring at someone who should not exist yet. Prince Marcus—not the servant Marcus who had betrayed me, but the fourth prince. The one exiled years ago for unspecified crimes. The one who did not appear in the original timeline until month six. The one who, I suddenly remembered with crystal clarity, had been the Void Emperor's most dangerous servant of all. "You," I breathed. "Me," he agreed, smiling like a predator who had just cornered prey. "I wondered when you would arrive. The Void Emperor told me to wait in this cell, that you would be delivered to me eventually. I confess, I doubted him. But here

gods, the words Zuri said almost made me like her way too much, more than I already do. Nobody has ever defended me. Even if she really can't do much, the intention is all that matters to me. Tilting a bit closer to me, Zuri whispers to my hearing alone, "They are the four princes from the founding families." That makes me frown. What would they want from me? Sweeping his head to the side, a third one among the princes, with an irregularly trimmed brown hair, flashes a smile at me, and it makes me cringe internally.

We are the smallest of the three allied packs and the nearest to the oceans. The fourth pack, they live on sunny islands off the mainland and have nothing to do with the inland packs. I’ve only heard rumors of the heartless alpha trio that run the pack with an iron fist. They don’t have morals, they don’t have rules or no claims like me. They only have blood and honor… and those who betray them find a death which makes them wish they had never been alive in the first place.

While her piercing aura was on full display, her curves were quite apparent as well. Any man would find it hard to hold back after seeing such a beauty. But Harvey casually looked away after taking a few glances at her. Queenie rolled her eyes at his reaction. Harvey was such an insensitive blockhead! “Do you think the fourth princess will plan to get you killed? Or is she going to do as you say and kill Vince?” Queenie asked with a frown. “The fourth princess is from The Empire’s royal family, and the fourth successor in line. She’s a true elite,” Harvey calmly replied as he sipped his tea.

“That shoe print did not come from me! I hold nothing against this girl!” “No, Isabelle,” a young man spoke up with a frown. Judging by his youthful appearance and physical similarities to Xaden, I deduced him to be Lucas, the Fourth Prince. “All you’ve done since we’ve gathered here is ridicule and mock this poor girl, when she only came here to answer our summons. I refuse to believe your intentions to be anything buthostile.”