Dark Prince Novels & Stories

An hour later, beneath the burning moon, the vampire prince arrived. He stepped out of the obsidian carriage in a swirl of black silk and shadows. Prince Varek Damaris, heir to the Nightborne throne, wore no crown — but the air bent around him with quiet authority. His skin was pale like polished marble, his hair jet black, and his eyes... crimson fire. He looked at her as if he already owned her. Aria’s wolf growled inside her chest, fur bristling with instinctual dislike. The scent of blood and old magic clung to him like an invisible cloak.

No, no, no It’s not worth getting caught nor lost in this weird game when I don’t even know what’s supposed to happen in here exactly. I’ll just wait at exit of the maze and pretend that I was able to get through and did not cheat I turn- And freeze. Someone’s standing at the end of the path. A black mask, matte and sharp against the glow. His arms are crossed, posture loose but coiled. The dark fabric of his shirt blends into the shadows, the lamplight catching only the faint gleam of ink running from his left bicep all the way to his wrist.

he whispered, his voice hoarse as we reached the peak together. “Darlon...” I whispered back. And with that, we both came undone, collapsing onto his bed. The shadows crept back in, reminding me of whom he truly was. He was the prince of Umbra, a dark mage cloaked in shadow. Yet something inside me told me that wasn’t the whole truth—that I’d walked into a trap I couldn’t escape. But even so, I was inside him now—inside his head, his room, his heart. And the words he spoke, carried by those ocean-green eyes, kept swirling in my mind, telling me things weren’t as they seemed.

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

For the first time, the Halfling prince wished for a miracle – he, who was known for destroyer of hope and peace. Damon the Prideful’s gigantic and scaly lips curved upward as a single tear fell from his humungous left ruby eye. He did not move a muscle and remained fixated at the looming darkness above him. Damon the Prideful inched his right wing closer to him as he cradled Maleficent’s body as if it was made of porcelain.

But it was the injuries that marred his otherwise formidable appearance that truly caught Lance's eye. Gashes and burns crisscrossed his body, a testament to a recent and brutal battle. And then there was his right hand, almost entirely translucent, a skeletal claw that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light. The sight sent a shiver down Lance's spine. There was no mistaking that hand. It belonged to Prince Drakan, the Vanishing Ghost, a legendary warrior whose name was whispered in fear throughout the land. "It is indeed you," Lance said, his voice betraying none of the surprise he felt. He maintained his composure, his gaze steady and unwavering. "I wonder how you came here."

Tyler said as he looked upon them all, with pure fear in his eyes, knowing that they had all come back for his soul and the power that he had taken from them. Raising his hand to them, it was clear that he was trying to use the power that he had stolen from Lyra and myself, but nothing happened, as he now stood there powerless before them. “You all are nothing but powerless ghosts and can do no harm to me. I am the Dark Prince, damn it!” He now screamed out to them, as if that meant anything to them. If anything, I could see that it infuriated them all, as they all knew how he had gotten that title, by stealing each and everyone of their lives from them.

He preyed upon unsuspecting creatures, draining their blood and leaving them lifeless husks in his wake. His transformation had made him stronger, faster, and more powerful than ever before. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his fangs were razor-sharp, capable of tearing through flesh with effortless ease. As Damon's power grew, so did his reputation. He became known as the "Dark Prince," a creature of terror feared by all who dared to enter the forest.

King Richard retorted, his voice steely. "Fair enough," Alex replied, his tone chillingly casual. In a swift, merciless motion, he grasped Prince Nicholas by the head. Without a hint of hesitation, he executed a brutal act. Nicholas's head fell, his dark red blood starkly contrasting against the cold stone floor. The brutality of the act was both shocking and decisive. "Should you wish for war, then so be it," Alex declared, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Remember, although you are a king, I am also the Dark King. Never underestimate me."