"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending? Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask. Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire. Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever? [Mature content. No sexual violence.] ****** “You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…” “I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced. His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity. “No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.” “How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying. “Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her. His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy. She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.” She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again. “Please, Ayleth.” “I cannot deny it,” she whispered. [Cover specially commissioned and illustrated image by Same Van Rijn. See more of their amazing art on Instagram: @same.vanrijn]
The Goddess of Heavenly Realm has taken a rebirth to prove her loyalty and love. The Descendant of Fire Spirit has returned after a century. ***** Su Licheng, the Crown Prince of the Su Empire, lives in a place that is difficult to reach. It has been seven years since anyone has seen Su Licheng. Thus, everyone calls him the Shadow Prince. But is it the only reason to call him the Shadow Prince? The Emperor, Su Zhenji, wants to bring Su Licheng back to the capital but has always failed in his attempts. However, when one day the Princess of the neighboring kingdom, Yu Xiana, comes to the Emperor for his help in the great war, he offers his help to Yu Xiana on the condition that she will bring his son back to the capital. Carrying a sword in her hand Yu Xiana entered the shadow city to defeat the five martial warriors before finally meeting Su Licheng. ~~~~~~~ "This marriage will not happen today," Su Licheng's voice roared as he ground the sword on the wooden floor, thus fearing everyone in the marriage hall. Yu Xiana, who was in her bridal attire, moved her veil away. "Prince Licheng isn't supposed to do this on my wedding day," she stated. "Did you forget your promise to me, Xiana?" Su Licheng arched his eyebrow and took slow steps toward her. Yu Xiana frowned as he halted before her. The next second, he pulled her up by her waist, shocking everyone in the bridal hall. "You need to serve me all your life, Xiana," Su Licheng said while smirking. ~~~~~~~ The story has a rebirth plot. Su Licheng and Yu Xiana, the story's main protagonists, are connected by their past lives. My other stories: Married To The Cruel Crown Prince (Completed) Gifted Bride of the Sinned Prince (Completed) The Second Husband (Completed) Revenge Of The Crown Princess (Completed) The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride (Ongoing) Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy