Romans & histoires Blades Of The Fallen Prince

The princess deftly jumped away from the blade aimed at her and hissed furiously. Giton stepped towards her and suddenly staggered, a bloody stain spread on his chest, a steel point tore his clothes - it seemed and disappeared. The golden-haired teenager confidently pulled the blade from his body, not at all embarrassed that he had struck from behind. The old man turned around, met the boy's eyes, and fell to his knees. He swung his sword again, the blade flew in an arc to Giton's neck and cut off his head with one blow. The princess quickly approached and kicked the fallen body with her foot, looked at the teenager, snorted and turned to Mida. The sorceress backed away, looked around in a p

I rasp, trying to find a logical exit. "Oh, they are one and the same, Prince." He pulls back and holds the blade before my eyes. "No other man will cherish your ruin the way I do." He drags the tip of the blade down my sternum, and I hold my breath. "No other man will bring you to your knees like this." The steel trails down my stomach, over my pelvic bone. I part my legs instinctively as he continues. "Or make you crawl." The tip rests at the junction of my thighs. "Kai?" I swallow, whispering, "What are you doing?"

His sword slipped from his hand. Before him, they all stood. Silent. Dressed in black. There was no triumph in their faces. This wasn't victory. It was cleansing. Order through blood. "The throne is no longer yours," one whispered. Kael raised his head. His crimson eyes still burned. And then, he said only: "It was never yours. And as long as you serve the new ruler— it never will be." The final blow struck his heart. The demon prince collapsed, the cold, damp earth swallowing his body.

He wears no helmet, his strong jaw set as he looks me over. His bright blue eyes cloud with every injury he catalogs. He slows when he gets closer, raising his sword toward Coltain. It’s funny that even with the traitor’s blade still pressed to my throat, my entire body throbbing in pain, my life and the fate of our kingdom hanging in the balance, I can’t help but notice how long Alexander’s white-blond hair has grown. How intimate it would feel to be the one to trim it for him. I hope I get the chance.

He had strong, veiny arms and had porcelain skin. “Thank you for all the compliments ladies, you two are looking fantastic, as well.” Sophie and I looked at each other and blushed. Who is this guy? “Ah yes well how silly of me. You can call me Prince A. I’m afraid my name is too old fashioned. It’s very nice to meet your acquaintance Rose and Sophie.” He took each of our hands and placed warm kisses on the back of them. Shit I’m in trouble. I’ve never been so captivated by anyone before. Thank god I have such handsome mates otherwise I may be tempted by this tall god-like man. He must be Asmodeus, one of the princes of hell.

“But he’s just a baby…” “He is a key!” Marco roars. “A key to everything we deserve!” The sorcerer lifts the dagger higher. The Lycan prince’s cries pierce the night. Stephen turns away, tears burning in his eyes. He never wanted this. He wanted the throne restored, yes. He wanted respect back. But this? This is evil. The chanting grows louder. The flames around them rise, forming walls of fire. The dagger glints in the firelight. Marco’s breathing quickens, chest rising and falling in frantic anticipation.

"Alright, we will attack together, but I will face prince Tyler alone and you handle the shades till am done with him" With that said, I ran into the battlefield without waiting for him to say anything. I went straight to prince Tyler who was about to kill my soldier and I blocked his sword with my pawns, I noticed the sword he is carrying 'seven star azure mystic dragon blade' the sword belonged to my ancestors but was stolen during my Father's reign, so it was in the hands of the vampires all this while, I must take it back me today. I turned my attention to him in time as the smirk on his face increasd seeing my look and he attacked me more furiously, I turned back to my human form to att

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

They were nose to nose. “What’s going on?” Ethan says walking up to them. I hadn’t noticed that the music stopped and everyone was staring at the scene. “He put his hands on what belongs to me,” “She doesn’t belong to anyone,” Zero tells him. Archer tilts his head and chuckles at Zero. “She does belong me I brought her,” I gaped. That’s all he’s ever going to see me as an item he purchased. “Don’t ever disrespect the Prince. Leave now,” Ethan tells Zero.

"This Tizona sword is very heavy but my father entrusted it to me. I must not disappoint him. I know that he will despise me once I failed!" Prince Arthur raised the Tizona sword in the skies. "I am Prince Arthur, the only son of the King of Alabama. I take pride in my sword and I shall defeat you with this!" When the lion arrived in front of Prince Arthur, he attacked using his marvelous triangular fencing skill, then the lion vanished into thin air.