Novel & Cerita Dark Prince By Christine Feehan

Kate continued to gape at him. "Ace is a gold digger and who are you? A gold digger bitch?" Blaze continued as his sharp look pierce the girl. "I hate bitches...more so a gold digger bitch... Don't act haughty here. I am the only bitch in this place...only Blaze Vaughn...you dare challenge me?" Blaze took a step forward while he continued with his calm yet cold tone and sharp eyes. Emphasizing every word he said. Kate nervously and unconsciously stepped back, frightened.

Cassia repeatedly tried to divert her mind. Keefe did have intoxicating good looks that could seduce both women and men. It seemed that he was very good at conquering the hearts of anyone he wanted, except for Edmund. “Don't joke around, Keefe. I'm serious. This isn't the right time to be messing around. I must…" Keefe interrupted Edmund's sentence and continued with his own version. “You have to support the last dragon prince, Draco Black, to get The Heart of Magic. Am I right?" asked Keefe, guessing correctly.

I had never been more certain I would burn this entire city to the ground to keep him standing by my side. We stood there in the silence, two predators overlooking a city that had no idea what was coming. The "Golden Prince" was dead, and in his place, something far more terrifying had been born. And I was the only one who held the leash.

“I, Princess Diallica of the Wicker Forest, offer you a lifetime of mating and glowing, Alpha Draco of the Knight Stone Pack.” The whole forest fell silent so that the only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart synchronized with hers. I was taking in everything she said while letting my eyes soak in her beautiful face. But it seemed she took my silence differently. Her forehead creased before she added. “You can not say “no” to a dark fae.” This was the other side of my sweet Iris. She was showing her dark and dominant personality. A smile cracked on my face as I replied. “I have no plan to decline, Princess Diallica. I’m yours—in this realm and in my realm and all the realms that e

Their reason to exist. Until the day everything collapsed. The lycan princess was lost and the prince, in a desperate act of protection, gave his daughter away—to save her. *** On her 18th birthday, Neffie Hale was meant to reveal a secret she'd buried deep for the past two years. But she wasn’t ready. She didn’t know what would happen if she let it out… or what she’d become once it was no longer hidden. All her life, she’d been labeled a freak. An outcast.

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

He says as if there is a chance for me to switch places with my mother again. As long as the decision to take her place was made official by the council, there is no going back. But I bet there is nothing that is impossible for him to change. He is the powerful Prince Evan after all. I also don't want my mother to be the one in here, thirsty, hungry and waiting to die. Hopefully, she will one day find a way to escape her slave's Master since she is such a good warrior. "The only evil person I know is your so-called good mother! Sometimes the true devil is the one dressed in sheep's clothing." I say and his eyes literally glow with anger.

Gods, what has today turned into? Most of the Nobles are either dead or looking for an escape route out of this godsforsken place. I can only pray to the universe that Zuri and Hellion are all right. And if the Liminal order dropped everything and ran at the first sign of the Venenum, things are about to get a lot harder. I'll be hunting them. They'll be hunting me. It's going to be a bloody, bloody mess. I stare at my Fae prince, lying unconscious on the bed. His short hair is damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead as he fights the fever. His breathing is labored, and the veins are indeed popping up and vanishing all at once.

He was not only the star athlete and most popular guy in school, but he was also one out of three Lycans who attended this school. Kierian was none other than the Lycan Prince and someone I had harbored a crush on since we were kids, except he didn’t remember me. Right now, it was a good thing, because I didn’t want him to look at me with pity. When he learned about what happened to my family. Those intense ice-blue eyes were the last ones that I wanted to look at me with pity in them.

"Be thankful; you are useful to me and can live a bit longer." Blood source? So I had not only become a slave to give him pleasure; I had also become his food. "If that is so, can I at least know your name?" I asked slowly. The realization that I had just done things with a man that I didn't even know the name of had me beginning to panic once more, and even though I knew it wouldn't make things better, I still wanted to know. "Elias." He responded, "Elias Langley, first prince of the Allsbrook empire and next in line for the throne."