Becoming The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

“Today, we fight for Silver More — for our families, our homes, and the future. This ends now. No more lies. No more betrayal.” The men and women around him raised their weapons in fierce agreement. The air thrummed with a wild, desperate hope. Far off, on the palace battlements, Prince Caelum watched with cold amusement. He took the throne quickly and ruthlessly with the support of Elias and dark powers hiding in the shadows. His light-colored eyes glanced at the coming army, but he felt no fear. Only arrogance. “Let them come,” Caelum whispered, “Let the wolves taste their own destruction.”

Salena added. Jessie gestured with her hand for the two of us to come closer as her eyes looked around as if to check that there was no one else close to us or within earshot. “The other reason why he earned his nickname of the ‘Dark Prince’ is because of the dark conflict that came about because of his birth. You see, although Prince Darius is the second prince, he was in fact born before the first prince. He’s the eldest out of the three. However, because his mother wasn’t crowned as queen, Prince Leonard got the position of the first prince instead. It’s well known just how much the ministers were split on that decision…” Jessie whispered to us.

He preyed upon unsuspecting creatures, draining their blood and leaving them lifeless husks in his wake. His transformation had made him stronger, faster, and more powerful than ever before. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his fangs were razor-sharp, capable of tearing through flesh with effortless ease. As Damon's power grew, so did his reputation. He became known as the "Dark Prince," a creature of terror feared by all who dared to enter the forest.

And so, beneath the breaking dawn, the Dark Prince began his final journey— not for conquest, not for vengeance, but for the soul of the woman who had become his light.

As if she heard my inner perverted thoughts of her, Lyra looks up and smirks at me. This woman; my woman was made to sin, the twitch in my pants as me turning away the last thing I needed was a fucking bonner in front of our men. Lyra winks at me and licks her lips, and all I can think of is sticking my dick between they plump red naughty lips of hers; my Princess of darkness.

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

Only through her triumph Against the darkness to come Can their species Be born again “Again, if I’m ‘her’, what triumph? I’m not fighting anyone. Aolis won’t allow it. So, triumph over what, or whom? It would seem that the darkness to come would be Lorelai. She’s become a dark fae, right, as have all of her people?” “Yes, Princess, that’s correct.” “So, my triumph over darkness allows their species to be born again. That must mean the trolls, but there’s only two of them, and they’re both males. How can their species be born again?”

"It's going to be hard but you'll get though it. Both of you, together." "I'll make them pay for this. I will not give any of them easy deaths. I'm going to make them scream." The Prince spoke with fire in his eyes. The alpha just stared at his friend. He knew the prince meant every word. He felt the temperature instantly rise, then drop only to rise again and cause beads of sweat to form on the alpha's forehead. He could feel the promise made. The promise of vengeance. Whoever did all these, whoever hurt that girl, they're going to have hell to pay. The Prince's eyes turned pitch black. It covered the whites of his eyes and his dark blue veins spread all over his body. At that moment the al

I rolled my eyes before walking off to place his order. "So, what were you and the dark prince talking about for so long?" Ella and Sarah asked. "Dark prince?" I asked with furrowed brows. "We settled on Dark Prince of hell or Dark Knight but Dark Prince just seems to roll off the tongue, you know…plus it suits him well, he's hot but mysterious and has a brooding look and maybe a little bit of savior complex." Ella grinned. Was everyone attracted to him? I groaned out. "He was being an ass," I said with a blank expression. I wasn't about to give them any ideas.