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Javier made me seat, narrating his and Delilah’s story. *** [Flashback] It was a snowy day. The Crown Prince is seen in tears. This is because his best friend, Ambroz traveled to the Vampire Fighting Academy. He was home schooled throughout the 17th century, in which he was born. This made his friends limited. “I’m the only one left now…” Those were the words Prince Javier trailed out. Tears gushed from his eyes, streaming his face, as he walked far off to the mountains. No one gave a damn what happened to him anyway…

It takes a while before I let myself trust his words and place my arm in his hands but when I do, he handles it more gently than I had thought, stretching it out so he can see every place where the skin has been disfigured. And then, he meticulously rubs a bit of the cooling balm on each of them. Just like that, another wave of silence takes over, more awkward than chilling like before. I look away from him while he works on my arm, trying to focus on other things to make it less awkward. Like the décor of the place; the fine leather seat splayed around and the football table at the side. The juice bar and everything else. I wonder just what other kind of privileges comes with being the Alph

And I, Prince Arden, was either a threat to be controlled or a tool to be forced into position. My fists clenched. I wanted to break him. To drive my knuckles into his mouth until he couldn’t speak names like Cassandra’s with filth on his tongue. But I didn’t. Because violence would be what he wanted. Violence would make me the unstable prince. Violence would give my father justification. Violence would turn this into a story where I was the villain and Nala was the wronged woman and her uncle was the righteous protector. So I kept my hands still.

When his rival tried to stand, the king promptly sat on him and unleashed a series of brutal punches to both sides of his face. "You come here all because you don't want me to claim my mate? Are you nuts? Your clan has been neutral all these years, yet you chose to bring your men to their deaths all because of a woman. A woman who is out of your league. Princess Xylia Gemm is my mate and mine alone. I won't share her with any blood-sucking bastard," The prince suddenly felt a surge of power flow through his veins and he suddenly switched positions with the lycan king. Now it was him delivering punches at the Lycan's face, dislocating his jaw.

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

The Water Prince stroked his length briefly before guiding it toward her. He pushed inside and her lips parted on a desperate shout for help but there was no sound. Only traitorous bubbles which rose to the surface, evidence of her suffering. The Water Prince exacted years of desire on her. Harshly entering her to probe her center, deep in her core. Her soft lower parts made way for him. Suckling him intimately as he entered and withdrew. Powerful buttocks working over her while she stroked his shoulders and arm. Despite his brutality her touch was encouraging.

he said "I'm sorry my King," Barwolf said. "Forgive me for saying it in the first place." he pleaded. Dismissing him, Dark went back to Raziah room, one look at Raziah on her bed, the black mist covering her was gone. He grinned when he saw her glare. **** The whirlwind fling the Vampire Prince somewhere close to his kingdom before it dissipates. Groaning out in pain, the Prince grabbed hold of his hair and was pulling it, he was rolling on the floor. For five minutes he rolled around in the ground in pain until it wore off.

Lauretta said as she left her standing in front of the Third prince's study chamber. She let out a loud sigh before entering the study chamber only to see the Third prince focusly reading a book. She scoffed when she saw him, he has the mind to read a book after ruthlessly dumping her on the ground. He did not even care if she actually got injured when he dumped her, such a cruel prince! She cleared her throat when she realised he did not seem to notice her presence.

"You should be thankful. Since you'll never be an Alpha here, you can at least be a Luna elsewhere." "Who is he?!" I screamed. "Cassian Stone," Dad said coldly. I froze. Time seemed to slow down. "W-what?" I choked out. "The... The Bloody Prince?" There was an expression of glee on Julietta face as Dad nodded. The Bloody Prince was just as his name implied. He was a monster who was controlled by his feral wolf. Everyone knows he killed his first chosen mate. He was unpredictable, and he was known to go into fits of rage and madness that made him slaughter anyone that stood in his path.

Chapter 53: Stop him “Your Majesty! He’s unstoppable!” The cry tore across the royal courtyard as smoke and blood filled the air. Flames licked the ancient stones of Mathias’ kingdom, sparks rising like demons into the night. What had begun as a mere duel, a test of strength, had turned into an unholy storm. A single man against an entire empire. And that man was Kael. The once proud Lycan Prince now cut through soldiers like paper, his eyes burning red, his body dripping blood yet fueled by something darker than rage. Every swing of his sword cracked shields in half, every howl rattled the bones of even the bravest knights.