Novel & Cerita Becoming The Dark Prince

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.

William straightened himself uncomfortably in his seat as he narrowed his eyes at Mikhail. Mikhail scratched his cheek awkwardly as the thought of being a Prince was still a farfetched dream for him. It was too difficult a pill to swallow. It felt like all those years when he and his mother were ostracised in their previous villages were made lightly off while he could have easily been living the dream. Nevertheless, he didn't feel too keen on letting his new found title change who he was. "I don't think... It's easy for me to just act like a prince so suddenly..."

Being a Royal is strange. "And how am I alive right now?" Crimson looks up at Roel, who hesitates before he answers. "We are not sure, exactly." "It was not dark magic, sweetheart," Crimson attempts to soothe. "This is a miracle, a gift from the Angels. Everyone knows you died before you truly lived out your potential. You're here to finish what you started, of course." I frown at the mention of dark magic. What is that supposed to mean? Sighing, I look down at the photos again as Crimson shows me another.

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

He could see that he was full of pride but he couldn't do anything about it as he wanted his help so much. "Are you in a position to bargain? It's either you give me something interesting or I call someone to escort you out." The young prince arrogantly said as he slipped on his tea. He was the successor of his father's kingdom. The Anvin kingdom was known for its unmatchable dark magic that followed the kingdom royals from the ancient years. They were the most feared dark magicians from the ancient years and some rumored them to be dark faes but their line of blood was from the werewolves.

She looked at him as her tears slowly turned crimson and she cupped her abdomen protectively; her eyes telling of a secret that she hadn’t whispered to him yet. His heart broke as she collapsed and he couldn’t even touch her and soothe her pain away. His voice disappeared and his screams blended with the silence and the darkness. The darkness pulled him in and oddly, he welcomed it and allowed it to consume him. Except, it didn’t fully consume him. It became a part of him and he thrived on it. He became it’s master; the prince of darkness.

As he saw he could do nothing, he disappeared, to look for help, perhaps. “As I can see we’ll be more in a short time. And as I set out to stay fewer, I don't delay the introduction ... I introduce to you the new Prince of Dark Magic, Lord Tbylisium, whom you had the honour to know for sure.” As soon as the elf Lord appeared, he cast a curse on one of the wizards who were with Knudlac. “Pel’Nai Vejyje!”

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

He giggles as his eyes reflected the lust and greed of his turn-out life under the wing of his master and ‘God’ to call, as he proudly tells and holds the name of his creation. “Chimera.” Laughing in satisfaction at the insanity of how perfect everything turns out for him and to his very desire, he embraces the darkness as he asks. “Dark Prince! Dark Prince! Dark Prince! I shall be one! Now, now, now. Shall we begin?” Dread, death, sins, and the sacrificed blood, he prepares everything as he places each ingredient carefully to where they should belong. With a satisfied smile where he brings forth a tamed beast of a tiger, one of a giant octopus, and a stolen baby in two. He completed the spe

It was a sign that the dark magic was turning against its user. "I'm the prince! I'm the only heir! That girl was thrown away long ago! Nobody knows! Nobody knows!" He shrieked, and a surge of dark energy burst from within him, instantly shattering the pumpkin vines wrapped around his legs. Rosalie's expression changed drastically. "This is bad! That's a forbidden dark magic curse! He's going to level this entire place!" A violent gust of wind tore through, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere. Prince Adrian barely looked human at this point. His eyes blazed red, and dark energy swirled around him as he advanced toward us, sword in hand. "Since you know the truth, you all have to die! O