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Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

This time I was drinking my enemies blood, and my wolf couldn't help but growl from the deepest part of my throat, satisfied with our prey. "Please..please." The man begged, trying to take my grip off him, but he was bearing no fruit. His pleas and whimpers only fueled my desire to toy with him. I threw him on the ground, hovered over him, and slashed my sharp claws on his chest. He screamed one last time before I pierced my claws on the left side of his chest and ripped his heart out. "Yummy." I grinned evilly as I raised my heart and saw how red and wet it was because of the blood. To satisfy my wolf's hunger, I took a large bite from it and completely shut myself out to let my wolf savor

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu

She stepped closer to the cart. “They are so beautiful,” she uttered while touching the cart with a smile. “Every beautiful thing comes with a trouble, so be careful,” that familiar voice made Anisia turn around only to see that evil Prince standing right in front of her with his devilish smirk whereas his words made Anisia scowl as she understood he was trying to throw her own words at her, which she had said in front of him. Nevan grinned, seeing her scowling at him. “Everything is prepared?” He asked Nero, who sent him a nod.

“It told me of your fears, your hopes. You leave a piece of yourself in the portal each time you enter. And the portal remembers, Cernunnos.” She smirked at him as she settled herself on the floor near him. “But you know all about that, don’t you Prince of Summer? One of the oldest and purest bloodline of Sidhe. The Idle Prince, so world-weary that not even your duties amuse you anymore.” Beckett sucked in a breath, eyes narrowed. “Also the only Prince who Sparked for someone that was already spoken for. I wonder, do you get a second shot at love? Will there ever be another Spark for you?”

Gloria flattered her. "Oh, yes". Maria giggled with dreamy eyes. "| wonder which of them". She placed her fingers on her chin and thought. "Hmm, maybe The prince of Iris, or The prince of Monaco, God, he was carved by Zeus himself". She shrieked with a blush on her face as they both held their hands with dreamy eyes. "He is so dreamy". She released a sigh and stared at a place. Sasha only rolled her eyes at their acts as she stood up from the bed.

“AI!” Holding the Princess whose smile faded along with the crumbling world and the eleven that holds the particular card that they both created and halfway through completing by calling it the deck of Tarot. His wrath explodes, as his hatred grows worse than it ever did before, upon witnessing her death and by which he could not do anything to save her. “No, no, no! Ai!”

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.