Novel & Cerita Dark Prince Book

My power was in nature, but I could heal as well, it wasn't as powerful but with a great witch power, it helped a lot. Soon the dragon boy's face began to relax, and strangely the lightening, thunder and rain began to calm down as well until there was complete silence. I looked at Abigail in awe. She shrugged offering me a half smile, wiping the light sheet of sweat that had formed off her fore head. the golden haired boy opened his eyes and I held my breath again. "he is.. Is.. How is he so.. " "beautiful? " Abigail finished. I nodded "he is a golden prince. His name is Azian, the closet thing we supernaturals have to a god in the twin realms. "

he answered me like it was no big deal that he had created this beautiful place. I looked at him with so much admirance in my eyes because this room was awesome. "Let's get started, Firstly I need you to shift into a…dragon." I imagined myself as a dragon and opened my eyes to find myself having shifted to the exact form. "Good, now I want you to breath fire on me." he said to me in a serious expression. I gave him the, are you serious look because dragon fire was really dangerous and much hotter than molten lava so a Vampire could burn to death. And I so did not want to be responsible for killing the Vampire King my future father in law if Caspian still decided to marry me.

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

We were here to fill graves, not ranks. A sudden hush fell over the courtyard as I stood waiting for orders. That’s when I saw him. The Alpha Prince of Nethian. Lucian Draxon. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, tall and impossibly composed, his black hair gleaming beneath the pale sun. Tattoos coiled up his arms and neck like living vines, disappearing beneath his dark uniform. His violet eyes—unnatural and otherworldly—swept over the conscripts, cold and calculating.

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Tyler said as he looked upon them all, with pure fear in his eyes, knowing that they had all come back for his soul and the power that he had taken from them. Raising his hand to them, it was clear that he was trying to use the power that he had stolen from Lyra and myself, but nothing happened, as he now stood there powerless before them. “You all are nothing but powerless ghosts and can do no harm to me. I am the Dark Prince, damn it!” He now screamed out to them, as if that meant anything to them. If anything, I could see that it infuriated them all, as they all knew how he had gotten that title, by stealing each and everyone of their lives from them.

“Why are you running?” “Girl, what did you do to make him speak to you?” She shook me excitedly. My brows furrowed. “And who is he?” “That was the Alpha Prince!” She squealed. “That's Prince Azrael!” My eyes widened as they darted to his retreating figure. That arrogant prick was the Alpha Prince?

Seraphina decided to put the shoes back in the wardrobe and exited the room barefoot. Seraphina wandered aimlessly for a while, she hoped she would bump into Bethel, Rose or Melanie but, she didn’t know where their rooms were located. The Palace truly was magnificent. Beautiful portraits adorned the walls and there were painted designs on the high ceilings showing the history of the Empire. As Seraphina explored, she found herself in a library. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books, in the centre of the room were leather chaise lounges and armchairs. She walked around the perimeter of the room allowing her hands to trail across the books, she stopped on a bo

But how— A monstrous shriek tore through the grand hall, forcing me to curl in on myself, clamping my hands over my bleeding ears. I threw my head back, a horrified gasp catching in my throat. Rising from the pooling darkness near the grand pillars was a massive entity of shifting shadows. It towered over my kneeling form. It possessed limbs that were mere suggestions of form, staggering in and out of reality, tipped with razor-sharp claws of solid darkness. I recognized the terror instantly, pulled from the forbidden pages of the royal library's ancient lore.

The other four stood off to either side, close enough to their Prince while leaving enough space to show respect, though they didn’t look too happy. I make the mistake of shifting my gaze to one of his guards. The Wyre is just as tall as his Prince, just as muscular and lean. Just as powerful. His dark hair is trimmed short, unlike his Prince. Scruff lines his jaw, concealing the sharp edges I know lie beneath. With the two of them standing so close, I can practically taste their power. Bitter. Metallic. Dark. “Princess.” My focus snaps to the Prince. His voice is cold and expressionless, a deep rumble within the back of his throat. That one word is enough to send shivers cascading down my s