Becoming The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

“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.

A handsome young prince with blond hair and clear green eyes, the kind of man who made you think of wedding feasts and coronation crowds. But inside, where the torches burned and the air was still, the glamour was thinning. I could see the grey bone beneath. The way his shadow on the wall was not a man’s shadow at all, but something with too many limbs, too long a neck, fingers that dragged and twitched. He was no longer a wolf. The dark magic he practiced has turned him into a beast. He paused at the stairwell to the upper floors. A servant girl ran past us, screaming, and one of the infected caught her by the hair. I heard the wet snap of her neck. I kept walking.

No one bothered him and he could go about his business in peace. He threw some coins at a beggar sitting near a hidden entrance. Then he mumbled the magic words which unlocked the door of an ageing building. A flight of stairs led to a medium-sized quarter. No one could guess that Prahastha, one of the most accomplished and gifted Mages of the century was now a dreaded assassin - Dark Shadow. ******* "And in conclusion, I would like to thank......" Prince Leonard droned on and on and on. "I bet he loves the sound of his own voice, " Toshani muttered.

"He is known as the Dark King "What?" My voice barely rose above a whisper. The Dark King's name alone evoked fear. We all know how the Dark King brings wrath to those who cross him. How was I expected to even step foot into the Lycan's domain? "You're talking about the Lycan King?" "Yes, the very same," Ashere confirmed. "Once you get the power, your life will change forever, and you will get your happy ever after. But most importantly, you will get the life you've always wanted with your mother."