Blood Prince Novels & Stories

And of course, he's always able to see eight through me. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips as he walks closer to me . “You deserve to know who he is,” he mutters, his voice tight. “The man who just left… his name is Vince. Prince Vince of the Crimson Court. He's a vampire prince.” I blink. “Vampire’s are real?” He nods once. “Yes, and they're manipulative bastards.” That earns a raised brow from me. “Go on.”

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

It’s not very Princess-like to go to the front lines just to see a monster in the flesh. The Bloody Prince is beside my father, listening intently as my father speaks. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but the Prince’s eyes flash toward me more than once. It doesn’t take a genius to tell what—or who—they’re discussing. Head raised, I make my way over to the table of champagne. Plucking a glass from the table, I take a sip.

I'm not sure how long he's lived but from the information I've gathered, I know that King Theon has ruled for hundreds of years. There are four Vampire princes but only three are mostly talked about. The first is Prince Kian. He's very good looking, he has long white hair and icy blue eyes that tend to change shade according to his mood. He mostly wears white for some weird reason but I guess it compliments his appearance or rather for the sake of being mysterious. I don't know, all Vampires are weird. I don't know much about his behavior since he limits contact with the slaves that don't belong to him. I've seen him a lot but he's never spoken to me, I mostly greet him as he walks past, com

I tutted at my own stupidity it was wishful thinking my mate was dead he had died at my hand why would I be worthy of a second chance. King Nicklaus stood with Queen Poppy as he gave out to Princess Lucinda and it was then I noticed a tall handsome vampire walk up to the group he hugged Lucinda closely as I watched. He was as tall as Nicklaus himself he had Nicklaus handsome strong jaw and broad shoulders but he had a blonde hair colour like Queen Poppy I gasped as I locked eyes with the Crowned Prince of the Vampire's. He stared back at me for what felt like forever before he said something and Poppy,Nicklaus and Lucinda's eyes swung to me. Poppy was expressionless, Nicklaus looked grumpy,

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

Hugo and Ben left, and the door was closed. Just as they turned around, the prince returned. He was putting on a navy blue, double-breasted jacket to cover his naked upper body. He was perfectly toned and muscular; deep, defined lines tightened throughout his lean and firm muscles. “Did the girl eat? Has the healer arrived yet?” The prince asked Hugo and Ben. “Yes,” Ben answered, “She’s being checked by the healer now.” “Good.” The prince patted Ben’s shoulder then leaned against the wall while knotting the buckles with no intention of leaving with them.

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

"Okay, change of rules, I'll take you first, and then I'll take care of the other idiot!" "Why are you angry, man? Don't act like a donkey in front of Prince." "I'M FUCKING PRINCE!!!" Dora looked at him intrigued. "... You are fucking prince?" "Ye… No… W-What the…? You know what? Listen, I'm PRINCE Moonra, your future ruler, this guy is my friend, Gersey, and he's the son of the Duke of Midas, and I won't allow you near him."