Dark Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aqua’s POV I knew little about mates and what I did know was something about the moon goddess. I also knew that shifters had mates, werewolves, and dragon shifters both. Was this what it was or was I being delusional? Was I a dragon prince’s mate? “Aqua,” Cade whispered to bring me back to reality. I snapped out of my delusion and walked with Cade to everyone else. “Your majesties,” he bowed after greeting them, “this is my long-lost sister Aqua.” I wouldn’t call myself long lost, considering I was abandoned and found easily.

That guy was talking to me amicably and each of his revelations startled me more than the other one. “Let me tell you, not only the heartthrob of maidens but our lady professors also tend to keep falling for his dark charm. Rich, cold, mysterious, great in studies as well as divinely handsome, Zeus is also known as the ‘Dark Prince’ of Bordwell.” ‘Dark Prince my ass…even hearing about that prick is pissing me off! That punk even has a fandom of girls here? Maybe the girls here aren’t as sane as I had expected them to be…’

She sighted Damien and her entire fears vanished, his gaze was fixed on her, letting her know that he wasn’t giving up, even though her entire faith was uncertain at least she preferred Damien than another person in here. No one else had seem to notice the Prince’s presence, he was the last person to expect at bidding for a slave, he stayed quiet at the back corner, he had given strict instruction to the auctioneer not to dare introduce him, from where he was he could see Duke Sebastian boasting to others two he got the violet eyed slave first, the Prince didn’t know what he loved more, kicking Sebastian off his high horse or having the girl. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of the vam

“And what truth is this, Alpha Draven? Speak plainly.” Draven stepped into the firelight, his voice low, deliberate. “Because Jake is not who he pretends to be. He is not some wandering wolf who stumbled into Crimson territory. He is the Lycan Prince. The lost heir of this city. And he carries blood on his hands.” The hall erupted. Elders shouted, some in disbelief, others in fury. My pulse pounded in my ears. I stepped forward, shaking my head. “No. That’s not true.”

He didn’t seem phased by the rain so I didn’t let it bother me either. “I, Dawson David Drexel, first Lycan Prince of House Dubois Drexel, declare that you Beatrix she-wolf of Kingdom 10 are hereby rejected as my mate and revoke any claim you may have as my mate and to the throne. Under penalty of certain death, you are not to discuss with anyone what I have said here tonight or that you were at one time my fated mate,” he said. What … did he say? Mate???

"The ones he never knew existed. The ones I've been saving for a rainy day." A chill ran down my spine. This wasn't just a physical threat; it was a ghost from his past, an army he'd secretly been building while living a quiet life. The life he had with us. I wanted to scream, to demand he stop, but the words were stuck in my throat. He was no longer the man who helped my daughter bake cookies. This was Dominic, the prince of his father's dark kingdom, claiming his throne. He was embracing the very thing he’d run from, and it was terrifying.

His eyes blazing red. I freeze, counting my breath. My fingers trembling as I brace for his wrath, but he only smiles, tucking the dagger away. "I’m done 'ere, Kaida. Clean this mess up, and take care of the prisoners… and do take care of yourself." He adds the last bit icily, and I gulp. The sweat on my palms is cold and my breath is shallow. Among the Princes, Prince Drelduin is the one we all dread most. The King’s mirror image except he's sharper and crueller. A bloody psychopath. And like most of the Variants of Spargia, I pray he never finds his mate.

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?