A King gave birth to five sons and the least was regarded as being useless but then the gods of ice and snow gave him power that was unspeakable unknowing to him.

Being immortal is a gift but yet a curse just like being a Prince and the last son, you don't have the hope of becoming king yet you have to live like you will be king one day.


I don't have any choice of being born into a royal home or having a special gift from the Gods but not being able to know about my gift on time and learning how to control my powers is a bigger problem.


Unlike magicians, they just coil their wand or cast a spell, mine works with the mind. I control water, ice, and snow from my mind.

After the passing of my father the king, my eldest brother chooses to kill the rest of us Prince, making sure he has no threat coming to the throne, I decided to run away to save my life, I ran far to Northland and on my way, I discover a new path...


Waging war against my drunk power brother is the considerable choice I must make in other to save the lives he has condemned.


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The Princes & Useless

"I don't really care about what you do to her. I'm not working for her either. She's a conniving little bitch," I said with disdain. 


"Hmm, then I made a good decision," Morgan replied, a devilish smile playing on his lips. "You could join my team if you don't mind. I'll pay you good money." 


"I would love that. Can you please help me with some water?" I requested, glancing back at the distance we had driven. Morgan didn't hesitate and handed me a can of water. However, as I took it from him, I purposely let it slip from my grasp, causing it to fall to the ground. "Oops, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." 


Before entering the truck, our guns were taken away from us. It was a suspicious move that made me realize something fishy was going on. "I would like to use the pee," I mumbled, trying to buy some time. 


Swift attack