Dark Prince Novels & Stories

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

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 shower is at your left… why don’t you go inside and have a bath? I want his scent washed from you.” I gulped, “A-And then?” “You choose, I could have you screaming my name for the next few fucking minutes or you continue ghosting,” I stood up from the spot he threw me on, feeling on guard as I stared at this mysterious Dark Prince. I narrowed my eyes at him, as my petite and bare feet connected the floor. It seemed like there were days he suddenly switched, from his personality. Almost like some darkness brewed in him… “I will, um… go in now.”

Veronica's POV I looked at Grace who is unconscious for a week now. I don't know what happened and how did Vlad managed to bring her back but Raajnandini is gone and Grace is here. I signed and walked out were Vlad and everyone was celebrating. "This is a big slap on them... I am sure that bastard won't survive that blow." Michelle said. He is talking about Dominick, I heard they blew up his car again. "Isn't Michelle a girl's name? "

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

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.

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

It was a curse that had no cure. Soon, he stopped moving against the shackles, and his knees fell on the floor. His eyes drifted shut as he felt the burning sensation, which had been surging through his veins, finally begin to fade away. "I frightened her," he thought, the words echoing in the sudden silence of his mind. That woman calls him Kael. She didn’t recognize who he really is—and for now, he has no intention of telling her. For the first time, Adam Scott, the second Lycan prince, unbothered and untouchable, yet here he was, feeling a flicker of insecurity he couldn't just push away.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

If I did, they would catch us. “Keep moving!” I shouted, turning to glance at him. His face was pale, covered in sweat, his eyes wide with fear. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Kings weren’t supposed to look like this. But he was not a god, after all. And people broke under pressure. “John, I—” His words were cut off by a violent cough. I could tell he was struggling, but there was no time for sympathy. We had to get out. Fast.