Becoming The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

She could only freeze in spot as the colour of his eyes changed, the moss green of the pupils fading into golden. Her mouth dropped open as the Prince raced towards Abel with an intent to kill, a defeating roar echoing in the room. She staggered back as his arms suddenly started to transform into something animalistic, sharp-pointed claws emerging from his nails. What happened next took her entirely by surprise, so unexpected she never even considered it. The maid didn't see it coming - the way Javier raced towards them, his animal-like arm jerking forward and gripping Abel. His skin colour change as well, the scales appearing on his arm.

“Let’s not be modest, Princess….the one that you were up against were his supporter..not him personally..that prince is nothing but a mere puppet….I know for sure that one of his backer were the Darkness Guild…and honestly Aeternum and Darkness Guild were not on good terms…With that Prince under my watch…the Darkness Guild will not dare to come out and make a scene..whether they wanted or not…this battle…they were no longer going to participate when they know Aeternum is already in it…” What is annoying about the Prince is not that he was great by himself, but instead those who is supporting him. I know personally by the data that My intelligence team has collected that, the prince were actu

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

The skull and bones printed on his dark hooded robe moved in rhythm, indicating that a soul entered the lair of the souls. “The magic is stronger than mine.” Vira said. Her hands raised as she felt the magic fluctuation around. Her dark red dress is hugging her body like her second skin. “It is dark magic. Only dark magic can overpower the light.” She said and sighed. She is a light wizard and an alchemist. “Somebody created a separate space.” Neid, a blind noble, said. His dull gray eyes looked at the throne where the king was earlier. Now, the king’s body is lying on the floor. However, they can’t go near him because a space barrier was erected around the throne.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

she asked looking up to him “You were telling me something before you were arrested. I don’t understand what you mean” he asked moving closer “The Princes as you know are in darkness, even though they are agile and fit, strong and capable while at peace with each other for now, their darkness will soon take over but the moon goddess has arranged a way for them so do not worry. She will come reside in the palace and will be a light to the Prince’s pat. You must treat her well” she slowly stated and the King raised an eyebrow

"My Stella. My beautiful shining girl." The shadows seem more solid now as his confession reaches my heart. This shadow, this echo, is Carnelia's father. Deklaan. The bastard prince of the moon drakes, brother and best friend to Thalan, King of the Elves. Or at least, what's left of him.

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.