Becoming The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

There are only a few more events that are deeply engraved in my memory besides this one. Allow me start with the cold, boring facts about how it all began. The land, where I am from, lays far beyond the forest, hidden by tall, snowy mountain peaks and unknown and hard to track terrain, ruled over by a certain Prince Val Dragwer, or in the native language Val Dracul the Third. A prince, a general, a warrior, a warlord all of this he is; but above else he’s a strategist that carefully calculates his every move, in order to gain the upper hand and save as much of his people as he can. Generous and terrible, merciful and cruel, he’s all this and more at the same time. But this isn’t a story abou

and he is boiling in anticipation to see his daughter married with the prince of werewolves, to see her the future queen. “Everything goes according to plan.” and laughing Pete Thompson said “You will be a king soon, my prince!” “Prove it to me!” Patrick said “I don’t need your empty word. I need to see the facts, Alpha Thompson!” and Patrick starts to move around the conference room while Pete just looks at him. “Look , Your Royal Highness, you told me by yourself that you came here because of that prophecy that you read about if.” but Patrick cuts him.

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

I demanded an answer from him. "That ban was created by your grandfather but lifted by me. Why make enemies when you can make them your friends? Isn't it right, son?" He winked at me and I knew where this was leading. "Ladies and gentlemen… please… meeting my son, Steafan, the demon Prince and he is our new partner in our plan." He introduced me to the men sitting in the room.

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

Her eyes meet his as a small smile graces her face. “I am Corbin, Corbin is me. We have been one and the same since the beginning of time.” Comes the strange voice as she looks at each one of the faces around her. “You must, by now know about the prophecies that have already come to pass. Each and everyone of you have been apart of them.” She stops and looks at Hascal lying on the floor. His head in his mother’s lap. “This darkness…. It is the same darkness that has come to pass the last time I was awakened. It is why our mother created us. As with great light comes great darkness. It is the balance of the universe. When the darkness is fed to much then the light has to beat it back.”

"Take your men and wipe out the goblins below us. There's another force coming up that wooded hill to our right, they're mine." Rhett swung his arms back and forth and rolled out his neck. "You got it; I hate those slimy fuckers." As Rhett signaled his men and they crept down to the valley, Damien reached inside the minds of his men and told them about the surprise awaiting them. Damien walked out and stood at the edge of the hill. He bent his neck from side to side then shook out his hands. As the first wolf appeared from the forest, Damien closed his eyes. He waited until the hillside was littered with as many men as possible, he could see each of their faces and the whites of their eyes.

Olcan stood over the rampart, looking down on the ancient draconic city resting under the darkness. The palace was fully under his control. He was the first-ever werewolf king to accomplish standing at the dragon realm capital's highest point. But there was still a hole in his heart that couldn't possibly be healed. “My king,” one of his sentries approached and reported, “The dragon warriors, the so-called "Dark Wings," surrounding the palace were all captured.” “What about the brute prince and his foolish knights?” Olcan withdrew himself from the city view and moved back into the torch light.

In search of me, darkness bled into the air, tendrils of shadows lashing and twisting to strangle the winds and capture whatever they might be hiding. A giant wave of shadows crashed onto the prince. In a flash, he drew his moonlit sword and severed the dark wave in two. “ALPHA ASHER HAS LOST CONTROL!” His scream ripped through the shrieking howls of Madness, delivering the warning to the other celestials. “THE THRONE MADNESS HAS TAKEN OVER HIM COMPLETELY! THE OBSIDIAN THRONE IS IN THE MORTAL REALM—UGH!” The split dark wave whirled back together, twisting into a wild typhoon. It swallowed the prince and then hurled him across the graveyard.