Dark Prince By Christine Feehan Novels & Stories

Everyone went still. Kareth lifted his staff and started to chant in an old language that was banned in Silver More—one that the goddess had once made illegal. Dark runes floated in the air around Caelum, wrapping around his wrists, his chest, and his neck. “The symbols burned into his skin, giving him a strong ancient power.” “His bones made a popping sound.” “His back bent backward.” His scream bounced off the walls of the room, not because he was hurt but because he was really happy.

Being a Royal is strange. "And how am I alive right now?" Crimson looks up at Roel, who hesitates before he answers. "We are not sure, exactly." "It was not dark magic, sweetheart," Crimson attempts to soothe. "This is a miracle, a gift from the Angels. Everyone knows you died before you truly lived out your potential. You're here to finish what you started, of course." I frown at the mention of dark magic. What is that supposed to mean? Sighing, I look down at the photos again as Crimson shows me another.

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.

"Hmmm.. You know.. You just gave me an idea." ... "I'm not sure I like where this is going." Alayna eyed Christopher skeptically "Oh shut up and come here so I can tell you." Christopher said beckoning Alayna towards him. Before Christopher found himself in prison. The sun was already high beginning to set. Alayna was doing her best to present their customs and about her home kingdom. While Christopher was privileged to a rather large library it actually contained very little information about their own people, and the City of Darkness. There were rumors in the books of the City of Darkness which from Christopher's understanding had previously been a rather small city before the fall or Bae

Prince Dwight intruded into Amethyst's utters as if he could read her thoughts, but the truth was that he could not— even though he were an ancient Nosferatu. With slow steps, he shuffled towards Amethyst, ogling at her with his piercing yellow eyes that were moving softly and effortlessly on every part of her figure— sending electrified shivers throughout her system. "A Dark Fey!" Prince Dwight snorted rapturously, almost greedily so as if he were a famished homeless being, ready to tear everything apart just so he can eat. He halted twenty seconds away from Amethyst while his now glowing eyes with delight complimented what they saw.

The doctors say my condition seems to be cured. Sometimes I felt so small being in this family. My mother was a human/dragon shifter hybrid witch with holder abilities who came from the human world. She saves people on a day-to-day basis. My father was born a prince but left for love and became a Nobel using all he learned previously. My Aunt Hannah was the Queen. My Aunt Sadia and Uncle Cade were part of one of the strongest werewolf packs after all the help of my mother. Aunt Sadia was one of the strongest members while Cade was one of the most resourceful. Uncle Gray was a magic user, there weren’t many dragon shifters who learned spell work, but he was only of the talented ones. Uncle Gr

Like it had scared everyone in this black-dominated headquarters. "Well, well, I'm flattered." Still touching Crystal's chin, Xander tilted his head. His warm breath caressed her neck, accompanied by a passionate glance. His lips curved upwards. "You know ... when you decided to enter my world. You should know that there is no way back, Princess," Xander said hoarsely. Crystal's blood rippled, as his words passed through her ears. Her body stung as soon as their skin touched. Deep down she knew that this wasn't right, but it was far too late to run now.

Mordric’s eyes snapped to my face, the hope in his gaze turning me resentful immediately. “Stay with us Feyre! Do you hear me? Don’t you dare die on me you little cunt!” He cursed me even then and I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the darkness to return. I prayed they would not be able to save me, more desirous of my death than I had ever been of anything else in my life. Again my head fell back, eyes spinning, vision of the monochrome ceilings blurring together as I was moved down the hall. The dark came again and I eagerly fell into it. When I resurfaced, it was to a completely different scene, a familiar profile present in front of me.

CELINE POV I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could only stare. Kael Draven—the Lycan Prince, the most powerful man in the supernatural world—was carrying that pathetic, worthless nobody out of the ceremony hall as though she was something precious. As though she was something worth protecting. His handsome face was a mask of cold composure, but I saw it. I saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his arms cradled her against his chest with a gentleness that made my blood boil.

He couldn’t. “Darling,” Judy cooed, though her eyes flickered nervously around the room. “How radiant you look.” Radiant. Right. If radiant meant pale, dizzy, and half-ready to collapse from the headache still hammering my skull. I only tilted my chin, offering her a smile that I hoped carried the exact amount of venom I felt. Then came him.. Prince Nathan. And his father, Alpha King Ethan.. he who made my father sell me off the lycans..