Stolen Prince A Novanna Novel
Belle has always been the wild child, powerful, hot-headed, and reckless. with her mother being the leader of the Resistance and her grandfather the leader of the underworld, not many people tell her what to do or stand in her way when she wants them to move aside. That is until her mother and her grandfather decide to stick her with a full time bodyguard.
Traynin is one of the underworlds most powerful and skilled warriors, a favorite of Navamos, and has been waiting his entire life to be given the one task he wants the most. So when he's stuck babysitting he's not too happy, but nothing is going to stop him from searching for his long lost friend, not even that friends hard-headed little cousin or the events starting to unfold that could signal the beginning of an age old prophecy.
(Unfinished) 18 and over
Traynin is one of the underworlds most powerful and skilled warriors, a favorite of Navamos, and has been waiting his entire life to be given the one task he wants the most. So when he's stuck babysitting he's not too happy, but nothing is going to stop him from searching for his long lost friend, not even that friends hard-headed little cousin or the events starting to unfold that could signal the beginning of an age old prophecy.
(Unfinished) 18 and over
"Yeah?" All three girls whipped they're heads up towards the voice as the voice above them chuckled low in his throat. "Wanna test that theory?" The man crouching on the branches above their heads stared down at them, his ice blue, red-rimmed eyes glowing, black hair falling around a pale white face, his mouth still stained red from his latest victim.
"Josiah!" All three girls snarled up at him, Belle and Adela pulling their daggers from their belts, Angel crouching down, her body starting to vibrate.
"Well girls." Josiah chuckled again and slowly stood, smirking down at them before raising his hands, "Let's have some fun."
He flipped backwards off the branch just as a dozen Sherasati burst from the surrounding trees. Adela and Belle both turned, daggers ready, at the horde as Angel burst forward, turning in midair, clothes shredding as her limbs thickened and thick red fur sprouted from her skin. She landed on the Sherasati in front of her as a large red wolf and growled down at him.
Josiah chuckled as he hit the ground and rolled behind his comrades. Adela's eyes flashed once as the wind picked up around her, two Sherasati leapt towards her as the first cry rang out. Out of the corner of her eye Belle saw Angel tear into the Sherasati she had pinned to the ground, her long canines flashing, a low growl coming from her before she turned to the next and sprang.
A Sherasati leapt towards her and she yanked her attention from Angel just in time to grab him as he landed in front of her and twist him over her back, turning and plunging the dagger she held into his side as he fell.
She saw Adela take out two the same way beside her before three Sherasati blocked her view. Smiling she backed up as she let her canines lengthen and her power flow over her. They all leapt at her and she kicked off from the ground, pushing off from the tree behind her and twisting in mid-air. Landing behind them she opened her palms and let go of the power coursing through her.
Death magic flowed over her fingertips, silky smooth in its texture, freezing cold to the touch. It flowed through the air before coiling around the three Sherasati in front of her; creeping into every opening it could find it filled them with a poison unlike any other. They're pale skin darkened and took on an oily look as they're mouths fell open, heads falling back as they seemed to shrink before her eyes. The light in their eyes died as her Death magic snuffed out the last bit of Life magic within them.
She closed her hands as they dropped in front of her and took a deep breath, the air tasting wintery cold as she drew it in.
Belle turned in time to see Adela coil the wind around the last Sherasati, her hair whipping around her as she sent it into the waiting jaws of her best friend
"Josiah!" All three girls snarled up at him, Belle and Adela pulling their daggers from their belts, Angel crouching down, her body starting to vibrate.
"Well girls." Josiah chuckled again and slowly stood, smirking down at them before raising his hands, "Let's have some fun."
He flipped backwards off the branch just as a dozen Sherasati burst from the surrounding trees. Adela and Belle both turned, daggers ready, at the horde as Angel burst forward, turning in midair, clothes shredding as her limbs thickened and thick red fur sprouted from her skin. She landed on the Sherasati in front of her as a large red wolf and growled down at him.
Josiah chuckled as he hit the ground and rolled behind his comrades. Adela's eyes flashed once as the wind picked up around her, two Sherasati leapt towards her as the first cry rang out. Out of the corner of her eye Belle saw Angel tear into the Sherasati she had pinned to the ground, her long canines flashing, a low growl coming from her before she turned to the next and sprang.
A Sherasati leapt towards her and she yanked her attention from Angel just in time to grab him as he landed in front of her and twist him over her back, turning and plunging the dagger she held into his side as he fell.
She saw Adela take out two the same way beside her before three Sherasati blocked her view. Smiling she backed up as she let her canines lengthen and her power flow over her. They all leapt at her and she kicked off from the ground, pushing off from the tree behind her and twisting in mid-air. Landing behind them she opened her palms and let go of the power coursing through her.
Death magic flowed over her fingertips, silky smooth in its texture, freezing cold to the touch. It flowed through the air before coiling around the three Sherasati in front of her; creeping into every opening it could find it filled them with a poison unlike any other. They're pale skin darkened and took on an oily look as they're mouths fell open, heads falling back as they seemed to shrink before her eyes. The light in their eyes died as her Death magic snuffed out the last bit of Life magic within them.
She closed her hands as they dropped in front of her and took a deep breath, the air tasting wintery cold as she drew it in.
Belle turned in time to see Adela coil the wind around the last Sherasati, her hair whipping around her as she sent it into the waiting jaws of her best friend