Becoming The Dark Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Richard’s P O V I rose quietly and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling on a fresh shirt, then my trousers, then the uniform that made me look like a prince instead of a man unraveling. Buttons clicked under my fingers. A belt tightened. I adjusted my cuffs. All mechanical. All rehearsed. I felt like I was dressing a corpse. The palace wanted the Crown Prince polished today. It didn’t care that his heart was splitting in two. As I fastened the last button, the sound shifted behind me.

That it hurt like hell knowing she was so forgettable, and knowing he was nothing but a jerk all this time. But she didn’t. She didn’t think she could even get half of her thoughts out. So, instead, she said, “You’re pretty hard not to know.” And it was true. He was the only Phoenix, and the only supernatural who could literally do whatever the hell they wanted in this academy. From what she had gathered in the ten minutes she had been talking to Juliet, Cole could do anything he wanted and no one would dare step to him. He was feared here at Unici, because he was considered to be the ‘Prince Of Darkness’ whatever the hell that meant. But no one challenged him. Not even the headmistress.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

Elsa's people had failed. The battlefield, the home of the elves, was now a graveyard, all thanks to the Dark Prince, a demon who took whatever he wanted and didn't care who or how it hurt anyone. The dark prince had given her people two years to surrender to him, and Elsa would have chosen to surrender, but the chiefs of her home were too stubborn, thinking they could win a war against the dark prince. She had been kneeling in the dirt, hands glowing faintly as she tried to heal the wounded men. Her white robes were smeared with blood from the injured ones. That was when he had come, towering above everyone and killing everyone until he got to her.

His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside. "We are not in the palace yet, and you are already being formal?" He sounded grim. "Whether or not we are there, certainty still holds, and am forever loyal to you". It was at that moment that he turned to face him and Scorpion's eyes went down after they beheld his. He didn't dare look at him, for the man he stood before was The prince, Nolan Armstrong I. He was back to himself, tọ his authoritative self. How? He used just one night to transform into the powerful man he used to be. The man that nobody was able to predict. What happened between him and the Royal ladies? Why did he suddenly change? Wait! Has he pl

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”

Kevin raised his eyebrows. Apparently, his father – the King, stood up from his throne and approached Kevin. "You have finished your human affairs. Now, your job is to return to being the Prince of the vampire nation," his father explained. Kevin was silent, and didn't say anything. "Why are you silent?" Kevin was silent again. "Kevin! Don't you still want to do your duty as Prince?!" cried the father. "Yes," Kevin answered simply. "I've already told you that I'm not at all interested in doing any of those things."

"What do I want? It's simple. Your young prince has taken my destined luna, and he dared to attempt it again today. It's time for some answers, don't you think? I need to speak with his father, the king. After all, the prince's actions reflect on his leadership. Just connect me to the king, and we can resolve this peacefully. No one needs to die today." As the castle's inhabitants were gathered in the training ground, tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Finally, I established a connection with the King. Our conversation, short and charged, unfolded before the captive audience. Then, in a sudden, shocking turn, I seized Prince Nicholas by the head and, without a moment's hesitation, sev

The witch advised. “Ok.” Raul agreed and decided to take a hint. “I fear I might lose this ar.” “Why the negativity? That’s not a good way to set out for a war.” The witch replied. “I know but I’m scared. With all that has been happening with the priest, I’m just worried I might fail my people again.” Raul explained. “You are called the Dark prince for a reason because that is who you are. Do you know why you are referred to as the dark prince?”

His eyes were in the thickest shade of black. "You'll never have her! How many times do we have to say it before you get it?" Alessia asked pushing Elena behind her and conjuring up a barrier between them and Cassius. "Break." That word alone from Cassius destroyed the magical barrier separating both sides. Cassius has filled himself with so much dark magic that his words now possess power. He has attained a rank all creatures mark forbidden to magic.