Becoming The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

He responded, "Elias Langley, first prince of the Allsbrook empire and next in line for the throne." "Did you just say prince?" I asked, eyes widening. "As in royalty? Kind of a big deal? That kind of prince?" I had to have misunderstood him somehow. There was just no way I woke up in a prince's bed with no recollection of anything beforehand. "Yes, I am a prince. Is that so hard to believe?" He looked slightly offended by my reaction. "Everyone knows who I am." Prince... This guy was not only a mythical creature, but he was also a prince and soon-to-be king of an entire empire. What had I just gotten myself into?

How could the human Prince think he looks so huge and ugly? A small smile danced on his lips as he said; "Prepare my demon beast. I'm going on a trip." "Yes, my Lord." The person in the shadows answered immediately. Then out of curiosity, he asked; "Are you going to see the human Prince , my Lord?" The Dark Lord leaned back on his throne and smiled. "Of course. We can't have him thinking I'm some huge ugly monster. I'm going to show him what I really look like." *******

Initially, the Dark Prince was thankful, that the King let him be. He spent almost every free time that he had getting to know his future wife. And with each moment he realized that this was the person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. The Dark Prince slowly planned the day when he would ask for the hand of her princess. To ask Persephone to spend her lifetime with him. It was the most precious and exciting surprise that he had prepared. More exciting than winning the battles that he had fought on behalf of his father. One day his father asked him to fight one more battle and he would allow the Dark Prince to do whatever it was that he wanted.

I needed its power, its darkness, to face Isadora, to make her pay for what she had done. As the transformation took hold, I felt a surge of power that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I became the Dark Prince, a being of shadow and rage. The dark magic kept pouring into me like an endless ocean and finally, the book closed shut and fell down onto the ground. I had my head thrown back and my eyes closed while fighting the surge of the malevolent energy entering me. I did not care if I died in the process. At least, I would kill the dark witch and reunite with Celia in the afterlife. And if I was going to hell for embracing dark magic, then I would ensure that I dragged Isadora with me.

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!

All eyes were fixed on Lucian, waiting for a single gesture, a glance, or a command. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly. Vlad Darkmoor, the Prince of Darkness, approached his son. His black cape rippled as if it had a life of its own. His eyes were two pits of pure darkness. He stopped beside Lucian, shoulder to shoulder, and spoke in a voice that seemed to rise from the depths of the earth: "We will avenge your fiancée’s death."

“Oh, when you’re king, we can suddenly leave this place? We like it here.” “But no one would ever bother you again,” I insisted. “Trust me, we can protect ourselves. Your kind has always underestimated us.” “I’m nothing like them!” I snapped. “Then who the fuck are you, Dark Prince?” he spat. “Good question. What I know is that I love my wife,” I admitted. “And clearly, you are willing to change the whole world for her.” “Yes, I am.” “Are you willing to kill?” “I am,” I said without hesitation.

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

PROLOGUE REINA, 6 YEARS OLD Once upon a time there sat a beautiful castle along the shore of the Gulf of Trieste. It was a magical place indeed, with views of the sea to the east and sprawling hills to the west. A savage king and his two sons lived amidst the darkness, slowly wilting right alongside everything in it. No amount of magic could save them.