Novel & Cerita Blades Of The Fallen Prince

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

Rex went to step back in to direct the dagger toward her when the familiar sound of metal sliding free from leather drew his attention back to the prince, who flung one of the daggers at his side toward him with a quick flick of his wrist. Moving backward and to the side, the small throwing knife passed by him and sunk into one of the standing wooden roof support beams. “Strong and fast. Most delicious indeed,” the prince said with a predatory smile, “Oh and Dilo, please do not disfigure my future wives.” Scowling and grunting, Dilo dipped her head in response, turned and snarled at Rex before slinging the large blade onto her back, pushing the hilt into the holder, and stormed out through t

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Tyson asked with dissaproval. As if waiting for this very moment, Blake swiftly turned towards the Nester Prince and pulled him forward by holding his shirt and twisted his arm behind his back so painfully, that a loud sound of bones breaking was heard after a few seconds. It's a good thing that dragons heal faster. If not, Valerie is not sure if Tyson would have ever healed. "Are you satisfied with my credentials, prince Tyson?" Blake asked the young prince after letting go of him. Tyson, who is now lying on the ground while protectively holding his hand couldn't even reply to Blake, as he was in so much pain.

He killed them without remorse reflecting through his eyes or even to his expression since it was totally empty. “He’s the blood…p-prince…” one fallen rogue muttered but did not escape from Vladimir’s hearing and immediately appeared in front of it. He instantly beheaded it before reaping its arms and legs and then taking its heart out. “Hmm…” he even started feeding from its heart which inflicted more fear in them.

The demon king touched his forehead with a gentle touch and Caiden slumped in his throne as he was hit with the entirety of his lost memories. His name was Caiden de Lac and he was the prince of the demons. His mother was the queen of the demonesses and he hadn’t seen her since he was very young. He knew all the high-ranking demons as he lived in the castle and had played with them when he was a child. His father had knocked him out and taken his memories on the day after his 18th birthday and now he was here several years later.

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Lance’s eyes narrowed, his gaze boring into the imposter. “Hahaha—” The laughter died abruptly, choked off by a sudden, silent flash of steel. Lance’s blade, a blur of deadly intent, had sliced through the air with impossible speed. The imposter’s head rolled onto the cobblestones, her eyes wide with disbelief, her smile frozen in a grotesque parody of amusement. Even Prince Drakan, a seasoned warrior himself, couldn’t react in time. He watched in stunned silence as Lance’s blade, a whisper of death, had silenced the Gazelle before she could even utter a word.

Well, indeed he was a fairy prince. That day, he wore a battle suit made of dragon scales and magic stones from a dragon's lair. His slender fingers occasionally held the hilt of the long thin sword pinned to his waist. His silver-purple hair, straight and shoulder-length, had been tied into a ponytail. His slender and tall body looked agile, moving lightly in the air. Even under the overcast sky, his figure looked so graceful and dazzling. Flower petals and leaves accompany each step as a form of protection, as well as Keefe's secret weapon.