Becoming The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

Eventually, the 68th prince concedes. The black pit that ate the surrounding planetoids slowly shrinks. The golden light recedes its brightness to conserve power. The darkness continues to become smaller and smaller until it turns into one entity. A handsome man with coal-colored skin appears. His body is almost invisible due to a shadow that eats the light that hits its body. Slowly but surely, the shadow becomes a luxurious modern suit. The 68th prince smiles, releasing smoke out of its mouth. It speaks without the gurgling noise.

he whispered, his voice hoarse as we reached the peak together. “Darlon...” I whispered back. And with that, we both came undone, collapsing onto his bed. The shadows crept back in, reminding me of whom he truly was. He was the prince of Umbra, a dark mage cloaked in shadow. Yet something inside me told me that wasn’t the whole truth—that I’d walked into a trap I couldn’t escape. But even so, I was inside him now—inside his head, his room, his heart. And the words he spoke, carried by those ocean-green eyes, kept swirling in my mind, telling me things weren’t as they seemed.

No, no, no It’s not worth getting caught nor lost in this weird game when I don’t even know what’s supposed to happen in here exactly. I’ll just wait at exit of the maze and pretend that I was able to get through and did not cheat I turn- And freeze. Someone’s standing at the end of the path. A black mask, matte and sharp against the glow. His arms are crossed, posture loose but coiled. The dark fabric of his shirt blends into the shadows, the lamplight catching only the faint gleam of ink running from his left bicep all the way to his wrist.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

I motioned my Elven cloth, connecting it with my chakra… Didn’t know if it had to do with Maya’s absence but I was thirsty to destroy… To ruin… The demons transformed fully with an aim to bring me down, head-on. “How dare you call us novices? Who do you think you are, huh!!” “The Dark Prince.” “Dip.Shit… he’s the fucking dark prince.” I hit one of the demons with my darkness, with a mischievous grin. “Run for your life!!!” One said and that splitting second, the demons turned into a tornado, running to hell. I stepped inside the boundary they were blocking, saying the words…

The young prince wore the family crest on his black shirt, the head of a white dragon signalling from what immortal clan he was born to. Darkous walked along the grand hall, smiling politely at those who greeted him. A selection of the most experienced and high ranking clans had gathered from all corners of the dimensions, eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the young prince. Each coming of age was different, each immortals powers erupting from every inch of their being. Darkous was the last son left, the youngest. Before him, Hades had erupted in black fire; destroying a city in mere seconds as his demon produced itself for the first time. Now, the other immortals watched the young prince

Irene nodded, “and it cost him. Almost ten days passed and there was no news of the princess and the Dark prince couldn’t deny that he was really worried now and it’s not helping if he realized that he was actually missing her, her smiles, her laughter, her voice and also, her baked foods and fruits. So for the first time, the prince geared up, taking no one with him to go and get his princess back. However, right before he could reach Vallahan, he met the crowned prince with his men on the way and the prince charged at him upon seeing him. After defending the attacks and stating the reason of his visit, Prince David laughed sarcastically and asked him if he hadn’t come a little too late. Wh

The sound of Kael’s rejection—Don’t touch me rang in his ears like a cruel echo. *** Elsewhere, in the shadowed chambers of the palace, Delia and Nadai sat together, the flicker of candlelight painting sharp angles across their faces. “So,” Delia said with a sly smile, “the great prince has woken, but his mind is blank.” She leaned forward, her dark eyes gleaming. “Do you see what this means?” Nadai’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “A price with no memories is no prince at all. He is clay, waiting to be molded. And who better to shape him… than us?”

“Don’t underestimate me, Princess. Five beers won’t knock me down. It will take five or more dozens of beers to knock me out. And believe, even if I’m heavily drunk, I’ll manage to bring you home safe and sound. That’s how special you are to me.” I looked away when I felt like my face heated. I forcely let out a short laugh, trying to conceal what I really felt. “Whatever you say,” I said with a bit of sarcasm. He looked and pressed something on the media player of his car and after a few seconds, the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift played in the background. A small smile formed on my lips. He’s also a swiftie. How cute! After a while, we finally made it to our destination. And like he always

Finn added when he didn't get a response from me. "Oh, fuck," I said. "What am I supposed to do now? I was planning to let Lycidas take her away. But now she has turned into a fucking weapon of mass destruction and she might have already figured out my real identity! Fucking tuna head druids. I will fucking smash their head and put them in cans." "They didn't say anything," my wolf said. "They called you Dark Prince!" "I'm dark, and I look like a prince. Is there any problem with that?" he asked.