Becoming The Dark Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

It all made sense now. “Where is Lucas now?” my voice came out in a croak, I could feel tears stinging the back of my eyes. A feeling both strange and beautiful to me. “Lucifer took him back to the underworld. Moulding him into the perfect image of himself. Injected his darkness into him like a poison. I hear rumours that he is knows as the Prince of Darkness now.” Lilith let’s out a quiet sob. “A monster just like his father.”

“I revoke your offer and I am not interested in being your prey.” The shadow paused as a chuckle started. “Good job princess. I should have known better than to believe the words of people when they said you were inexperienced in all things regarding faery.” A handsome male stepped out of the shadows, he seemed like he was in his early twenties and he bowed to me, when he straightened I realized that he was not hiding in the shadows, the shadows were him, they clung to his skin and his person as if they were a part of him. “Iris…” Finn's panicked voice said from afar as he rushed up the stairs coming from the direction of a huge bonfire that was a little far off.

When I opened my eyes, I was again in the middle of the darkness, surrounded by those stakes. I took a deep breath. I should have prepared myself better, now I know that he, the Prince, is watching my movements. Of course, it wouldn't be so easy to hit him, not now. The first time, when I arrived, it was simply because he wasn't prepared, but now I'm not facing a normal wolf or Lycan, but someone from royalty. On top of everything, Erick was Zeus' son. And for Zeus to accept someone as his son is quite rare, it meant that the Prince had a lot more power than I expected. I needed to find a way out of that darkness or else lure the Prince to me.

I had not written a single one in the language of what it actually was. I walked back through the dark campus grounds, frost beginning on the iron gate fixtures, my breath visible in the cold, thinking about an untouched coffee cup moved by her own hand to a neutral position — her refusal to receive things she hadn't chosen, even without knowing they were being offered — and felt the specific, devastating clarity of a man who had been building something in the dark for four years and had just, finally, in the ambient light of a library at nine-fifteen on a Tuesday, been forced to look at it directly.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

“The world bends. A storm is on its way. But what should frighten you more is not what approaches… it is what she could become.” “She?” Moira asked, but she already knew. “The new princess. She walks the line between light and dark,” Octavia warned. Her image in the mirror seemed to pulse with every word. “If she commits the unthinkable, the darkness will claim her. And if she falls, the prince will follow.” Moira swallowed hard. “Tobias would never—” “His love clouds his judgment. He would burn the world for her,” Octavia said, her voice nearly a whisper now. “And if the fated pair burns… the rest may go with them.”

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

"He is a traitor. He is a werewolf prince whose father has a hand in sending the rogues to attack us. They are parading him. It's also a kind of torture, they want to get information from him." I watched as the warriors and the prisoner approached. The prisoner's face, although now covered in bruises, began to look familiar. I had seen that face before, it was a face I would never forget in a hurry. He looked up, and our eyes met and locked. Now, there was no mistaking it. It was Prince Osborne from Crescent Pack. It all came flooding back to me. The map in Malik's office, why that name had sounded familiar. What was he doing here? Why were they saying his father was working with the rogue L

Blue then stick her tongue out at Keisuke and he shakes his head in disapproval. "It's dark soon, Lady Amore. You know how the crown prince dislikes the little ones outside when the sky is painted dark." "Hmm... understandable." "But why?" Blue asked. "Why does the crown prince forbids them?" "It's likely because the little ones are tastier plus they are not cautious enough," Lady Amore replied. "She means the deformed demon and if you didn't know, humans— hunters specifically takes little demons and cross them through borders. Some humans make them fight each other with bets."