Blood Prince Novels & Stories

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

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?

His voice slowly rose and there was no trace of calmness in it anymore, "I am Zayn Hendrixson, crowned prince of the kingdom of Baridoki, rightful heir to the throne" Zayn paused and gave them time to consume the information as they whispered amongst themselves. He took a few steps forward and stood face to face with the scarred face warrior who looked him straight in the eyes with no atom of fear within him. Zayn let out a soft smile and whispered, "You called me a fool, didn't you?" "Of course, I did" He responded blatantly. The prince nodded and tilt his face was him to the watching crowd, "Did you hear that?"

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

Dereck stresses out, exhaling as he slouches on his chair. Keeping his mouth shut, the Prince nod at Dereck as a response to him, which brings Dereck much interest in it. He wants to pry the Prince about a man named Francisco. The physician stretches his hands and cracks his necks as he flatly pries, making the Prince blinks his eyes spontaneously. "may I know who is this Francisco guy?" Physician Dereck quickly positions himself properly in the chair. Sighing in disbelief at Dereck's interrogation, Prince Alphonso licks his lower lips as he mumbles softly, "He is just a simple man. He is the Prince of the Hangey Kingdom."

Without much hope, Zacharia Barnabas sent a request for reinforcements to the Brighton stake leader. The last news Edmund received was about the death of King Barnabas 'eldest son, crown prince Edysen Barnabas. Also, it was reported from the informan that King Edgar Barnabas was badly injured and in critical condition. Currently surviving, there was King Barnabas' second son, Prince Zacharia Barnabas. Queen Lucy Barnabas died many years ago due to illness. Prince Zacharia really lacked people who could help him. Their situation was so urgent that a messenger bird came for help.