Blades Of The Fallen Prince Novels & Stories

Feeling and seeing the blood dripped from the knife into the amulet and the symbol engraved there blazed with a red the dark flames than before pulsing with a strange white light. The light shot in the direction of the prince with groping fingers that pierced his chest and went through his entire body, tearing him apart. Though he was strong, he was not prepared for the pain. As for now, when he was a screamed prisoner when his body suddenly ignited with a rash that burned his skin, then he collapsed to the ground. He reached out for cover, but could only faintly scratch the cold, white tiles on the floor. When the prince, who saw him, helpless, when both Agustina and her brother attacked Ka

I beg, my voice breaking. “Drop the knife, or I swear I’ll slice straight across his neck,” he threatens, his voice cold and steady. He pushes the blade harder, and I know he’s not bluffing. My hand loosens, and the knife clatters to the floor. I raise my hands slowly, my gaze never leaving the blade at Prince’s throat. “Look, I dropped it. Please, just leave him alone,” I plead, my voice trembling. But he doesn’t release Prince. His grip stays firm, and the knife remains dangerously close to ending everything.

Zedekiel raised his sword again, about to cut off the second arm when Prince Kayziel screamed in the link; ‘Wait Zedekiel! Wait! I’m sorry! Forgive me my dear nephew! Please! Your Father and Berthiel would never want you to treat me this way!’ SLASH!! The second arm was sliced off and blood sprayed out like rain, dying the green grass below. The arm fell to the ground followed by a horrid shriek from Prince Kayziel.

*ADRIAN** I let go of the fool I was holding and he fell to the floor in pain. I wonder how much strength the Princess put into punching this guy. Well, it's not like I'd want to find out. I turned around to follow the princess back when Arnold said, "You know she's just using you right? I don't know what she promised you, but she's not going to give it to you. Don't trust her." He slowly stood up, holding his stomach. I watched him walk away and disappear into the shadows.

Invisible blades seemed to crisscross in the air. Dragon Prince transformed into a warrior, embodying the momentum of a mighty troop. An indistinct scene of armored cavalry emerged as he played faster and faster. Whether depicting the elegance of a bridge over flowing water or the magnificence of the vast northern desert, everything was conveyed through the melody. The air solidified, transforming the tranquil Verdant Summit into a battlefield where two armies clashed. Countless golden blades, armored horses, arrows, and spears condensed from the distorted air, assaulting the Watts.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Both of his hands grip the railing as he tries to host himself up to no avail. Both of the men that are front and center grip one another. Each hand lashing out and locking their appendages together. Both begin to render their power. Flames begin to below from the prince’s feet while purple arcane power begins to flow from the armor that Scar wears. The right leg of the prince begins to give out and slams down on the snow-covered ground as if he is kneeling to the orc. Through the corner of his eyes, he sees his class, the hunters he would come to know as family. The twins are both Ashenfall and Moreen. Alongside them are Forevine and his now dog that sits by his side and watches. The sensat

He won't let anyone or this scumbag hurt the young man. He was about to do something when one of the kings beat him to it. "Zypherious; wind blade of destruction" king Zeldour chanted. Instantly thousands of thin colorless blades with a size of five feet long appeared on the mid air. With king Zeldour will, he bend it forward, towards the enemies. Because of surprised and the quickness of the attack, the enemies had no time to react. A massive dust of smoke wrapped the enemies.