Dark Prince Novels & Stories

He giggles as his eyes reflected the lust and greed of his turn-out life under the wing of his master and ‘God’ to call, as he proudly tells and holds the name of his creation. “Chimera.” Laughing in satisfaction at the insanity of how perfect everything turns out for him and to his very desire, he embraces the darkness as he asks. “Dark Prince! Dark Prince! Dark Prince! I shall be one! Now, now, now. Shall we begin?” Dread, death, sins, and the sacrificed blood, he prepares everything as he places each ingredient carefully to where they should belong. With a satisfied smile where he brings forth

I hissed at Prince Kael through the bathroom door as I paced up and down. Gold eyes! Gold freaking eyes! What does that even make him?! That’s certainly above Lycan status, goddess knows I’ve never known anyone to fully have gold eyes. The bathroom door pushed open and unconsciously I took a step back. Kael stood at the mouth of the door, with his hands in his pockets. I swallowed hard at the sight of him and slowly raised my head. Black. His eyes were black once more. I didn't imagine everything, the dark prince uses contacts to get dark eyes.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“I am the one who was born strong, and never tasted weakness in the moment of my birth. My presence and origin was a gift to the universe, and the reddened skies that acknowledged my birth were merely seeking to ride my cocktails. I am he who earned the title of prince as a Noble and ascended with my status still intact. I am he who does not lose out to gods, and the one who will rid the universe of anything that doesn’t please me. Prostrate and kneel Acknowledge me.” “For I am the Prince of Darkness.” Lifting his right hand into the air like a straight blade, Dracula chuckled as he walked. A blinding red light pierced through the sky, a light that erupted from his raised arm. The red light

The draekon huffed a breath of air towards Rhae's face, that stunk of rotten flesh, then flew off, followed by the other draekon's gather around. Only one draekon remained, staring curiously at her. It had pitch black scales, with blue details on the tips of its claws, spikes and snout. The black scales glimmered like stars in the sunlight, with the blue tips creating a perfect ombre between the black and blue.

"So sorry, you're so used to hearing your mother talk so much that you don't like the quiet, do you? Well, I'll keep you company as long as you wish. I wanted to take you around and show you off to everyone anyway." Damien nodded his head to the soldiers and servants as they passed and stole quick peeks at the new prince. When he came to the foyer, he found Teddy and Daniel sitting by the fireplace so he took a seat on the sofa beside his father. As Daniel ran his fingertips over Drago's soft baby hairs, Teddy said, "He sure is a handsome boy, Damien." "Yes, he certainly is. Isn't he?" Damien licked his bottom lip then pressed them both together as he snorted out a soft cry. Daniel squeezed

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

They were looking at the nightmare towering over them. Dominic stood less than five paces from the prince. He hadn't even drawn his blade; his bare hands were curled into massive, trembling claws, and his royal armor groaned under the sheer force of his muscles expanding. His eyes were completely black, the amber irises swallowed entirely by a void of lawless, psychotic madness. A low, demonic vibration rattled deep within his chest, a sound so ancient and predatory that it made the glass windows in the high arches vibrate.

Kael and Marcus exchanged a glance. This was worse than we'd feared. "One more question," Kael said, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "How does she plan to capture Sophia alive in battle?" Drake laughed again, the sound hollow. "You think she'll fight fair? She has a monster. Created over centuries. Corrupted alpha fused with dark magic. Size of a building. Unstoppable." "We've faced monsters before." "Not like this." Raw dread filled Drake's eyes， the kind born from witnessing something unthinkable.