Novel & Cerita Dark Prince Book

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

“Another noble who thinks beauty is enough? Pathetic.” Embarrassment burned through me, but I refused to cry but ot in front of all these strangers. I knelt down and began gathering my belongings alone, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my hands steady. Just as I reached for the last fallen book, another hand picked it up first. I looked up slowly and found myself staring into piercing emerald green eyes. Kael Draven. The Crown Prince of the Shadow Kingdom stood there, tall and intimidating, his jet-black hair framing a face carved from ice. He said nothing as he handed the book back to me. His gaze lingered far longer than necessary, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quic

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

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“The shower is at your left… why don’t you go inside and have a bath? I want his scent washed from you.” I gulped, “A-And then?” “You choose, I could have you screaming my name for the next few fucking minutes or you continue ghosting,” I stood up from the spot he threw me on, feeling on guard as I stared at this mysterious Dark Prince. I narrowed my eyes at him, as my petite and bare feet connected the floor. It seemed like there were days he suddenly switched, from his personality. Almost like some darkness brewed in him… “I will, um… go in now.”

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

And while all the guests are fine and glimmering underneath the torchlight, none shine nearly as brightly as the drake sitting at the head of the table. Primus. This morning, when he demanded that we stay, he was hunched and moved with slow, difficult steps. But now, he is moving with the liquid grace of a dragon born to courtly ways. He looks like my Dragon Prince. But he isn't. Not really. Not anymore. As Queen Eleanora comes to stand next to him he smiles up at her, his face aglow. Standing, he gives her his seat. If I hadn’t been looking closely I’d have missed what happened next.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.