Dark Prince By Christine Feehan Novels & Stories

“I revoke your offer and I am not interested in being your prey.” The shadow paused as a chuckle started. “Good job princess. I should have known better than to believe the words of people when they said you were inexperienced in all things regarding faery.” A handsome male stepped out of the shadows, he seemed like he was in his early twenties and he bowed to me, when he straightened I realized that he was not hiding in the shadows, the shadows were him, they clung to his skin and his person as if they were a part of him. “Iris…” Finn's panicked voice said from afar as he rushed up the stairs coming from the direction of a huge bonfire that was a little far off.

Vampires across the continent, connected to me, experiencing this secondhand. All of them waiting to see if their new anchor was worthy. Or if Aleksander would prove that purity mattered more than balance. I stood in the center of the amphitheater, no weapons, no armor. Just my dhampir strength and the weight of the bloodline settling on my shoulders like a physical thing. Across from me, Aleksander Draven smiled. His silver eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and his dark hair was still pulled into that severe bun. "Ready to admit you're unworthy, false queen?"

What other woman could have that much power over a man? It was then my answer came to me as I watched the doorknob slowly turn and entered one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Her hair was pale beautiful white but underneath was a dark red burgundy color and she wore a dress that really made it stick out but not as much as her beautiful porcelain skin did from that dress. Her entire body was physically fit but so very strong it was almost intimidating how much strength she omitted from her aura and then there were her beautiful crystal blue eyes with the smallest specs of hazel green that I felt like she only allowed me to see and most would never notice. I felt helpless and the

Avatia is a nice girl. My mind was saying a completely different thing from my heart, if at all I still had a heart. Before Nevaeh came into my life, I had always been that cold blooded beast who killed for pleasure. That monster that even the cops kept my identity hidden for national security. That monster that never smiled unless he was killing somebody. Yes. That was the monster that my father made my brother, Alessandro and I become. Then Nevaeh came in. She brought smiles and happiness along. I wondered what I did to deserve such a sweet naive girl. I was used to random fucks. Never ever known love. But she showed me love. She'd always dreamt of being a princess so I made her one. I mad

The same thing happens in the opposite line with the men. So now, I'm facing Prince Frank. His red hair, inherited from his mother, under the candlelight of the chandeliers, looks like flames on his head. His little blue eyes look like glass beads that make me shudder whenever I look at them. His face is full of dark freckles that would look very charming to a girl, but to Prince Frank, they are not charming at all. On the contrary, they may seem a repulsive sight to me in combination with his small narrow nose and his very thin - almost non-existent - lips.

I shrugged. “Why would anyone give you a cold welcome, Princess?” Daisuke tried to insert himself into the conversation. I took a breath, knowing I couldn’t just ignore him. It would be rude and get Dad and Uncle John’s attention. The last thing I wanted or needed was to draw unnecessary attention. Daisuke is already ruining my holiday break. I need him to get the fuck out of Bloodmoon before he ruins it completely. “It’s a band primarily of vampires, and I’m a human, also the daughter of a feared Alpha.” I kept my answer polite, but a few people arched their brows, knowing me well enough to pick up my attitude.

My body is still paralyzed, still pinned by whatever Marcus did to me. Helena appears beside me. She's shouting something, but I can't hear her. Everything sounds muffled, distant, like I'm underwater. And then the darkness inside me stirs again. It's not reaching for Marcus anymore. It's reaching for something else. Something deeper. I feel it taking over. Consuming me. My grandmother's voice whispers in my ear. "You can't run from this forever." --- I wake up in a cell. Dark. Cold. Damp. I'm chained to a wall, my wrists raw and bleeding. The darkness inside me is quiet—too quiet. Like it's waiting. Like it knows something I don't.

Her voice was hesitant. What the hell did she mean by that? “What?” I squawked. Yes. I. Squawked. “What the hell are you-” “Nothing.” She was very quick to answer, but I knew it was not nothing. “Tell me, Faye, or I will kill you....” “Um, the prince is with - women.” I growled under my breath. “Go on.” “And the women are all handsy and-“” “Are any of them Faes?” I grumbled as I gripped the phone tighter.

A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock. Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match. “No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she says. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I hate to the very core. She’s fucking British. ~~~ The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies

She got up from the ground and stumbled back but the light continued to come from the fae into her body. She felt as if her body was getting replenished, nurtured and to her horror, she loved the feeling. Amelia realized that she was leeching off the energy from the fae who was on his knees, shouting with pain, turning black slowly as if burning in his own fire. In a few minutes, all that lay in front of her were black ashes, which drifted on the white snow slowly. The lights dissolved into her body like they belonged to her. Her breathing became ragged and her body, limp. She had just killed a fae. A doctor just killed a person. Although the horror of what happened struck her, why was it th