Blood Prince Novels & Stories

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

Even a royal would fear the day he died. “Stop! Zephyr!” a roar came, followed by Boxer. They had just arrived when Zephyr launched himself at the prince. Boxer’s grimace was heavy, Zephyr’s actions were too much for him. That was the Ahi Dynasty prince after all! Even though Zephyr was an apprentice now, this should have never warranted him to behave this way! If Zephyr killed the prince, he would have made a very, very powerful enemy.

“Not a king yet, micuța mea. There are those who do not wish to see me sit on the throne. They would do whatever it takes to defeat me. Even if it means hurting the most precious thing to me.” She frowned. “ And... what does that has got to do with me?” His eyes was pure emotion. Almost teary and staring deep into her eyes with so much intensity that practically causes her throat to dry and her heart almost stop beating. She was quite surprise to see the faint gold flecks in his light diamond blue eyes. It didn’t seem real to her because such colour eyes would only exist in movies but this man, this vampire prince seems to prove to her that everything she never thought had exist was somehow

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

Everyone gasped as they hit Crown Prince. “CROWN PRINCE!” shouted Braum. “Crown Prince! Crown Prince!” said Bella. She was getting him off of her and was looking at him as he was covered in blood and sweat. “Bella… Bella…” grunted Crown Prince.

A silence in which nobody could whisper a legend into life. “My way,” I whispered to myself “No bodies. No trials. No accusation that can turn the High Elder’s temper into a feud. Tonight I will make him nothing more than a memory. The crown will never be stained for it.” “And the prince?” Raven, my wolf asked me “The prince is a problem,” I admitted. I did not like admitting the truth even to Raven, truth was a door that when opened let drafts in, but the prince had shown his teeth in the courtyard, he had defended the slave with something close to possessiveness. If I could remove the possibility of that possessiveness becoming political, then I could still tilt the court my way.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

His breathing was so loud that it filled my ears, it was as if he was dragging air in and forcing it out with so much strength. Reluctantly, I shook off the fear which had taken over my body and walked closer to him, covering up the space between us but remained at a reasonable distance from him. "Pardon my manners," he said clearing his throat, "I'm Prince Richard, first son of King Harold and brother to Prince Charles the soon to be King of the werewolves." He bragged with great pride in who he was and I gulped. "I am an Alpha." He declared and I nodded with a nervous laugh but the look on his face made me get myself in order and introduce myself.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and it was up to me to decipher their meaning and uncover the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. The information that had come to light left me in a state of bewilderment. A male with striking green eyes and midnight-dark hair, bearing the same birthmark as mine on his shoulder. The very same mark that had been deemed the mark of the alpha king over generations. It was a symbol of power and lineage, a mark that held immense significance within the royal bloodline. And yet, the irony was palpable — that I, the oft-dismissed prince of the palace, was the one who had inherited this sacred mark.