Dark Prince Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

Salena said with a smile. “If prince Florian is an angel, then prince Darius has got to be the dark prince of knights or something. Apart from the dark mystery and complications surrounding his birth, prince Darius is known for being as cold as ice. He’s strict and doesn’t talk much. However, he’s probably the most respected out of all the princes,” Jessie said, and I could hear the respect in her voice for him. “Prince Darius is nicknamed the ‘Dark Prince’ because of his dark black hair. His grey eyes also make his gaze cold…and a little scary…” Salena added.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

The icy look they give to one another makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. "What the hell did you do to her, Prince?" Drake hollers, his voice filled with rage. "Did you think you could just do that to her?" he booms, and I'm afraid that everyone on this floor can hear. "You fucking bastard," he speaks the last sentence with greeted teeth. To my surprise, Prince scoffs, and it sends chills under my spine. Suddenly, I have a feeling that I might not want to witness everything that's happening here. "Really?" Prince voice is dangerously low and cold. "What did you expect me to do to her?"

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

He asked and I raised an eyebrow looking at Grace who nodded at me giving me an encouraging smile, I nodded at the prince who smiled and pulled me to him, his fingers intertwined with mine as he put his hand on my waist pulling me close while I put mine on his shoulder like I did with Nathan in the few times we’ve danced together, the prince blinked and his eyes turned into a deep shade of violet making me raise an eyebrow as we danced. “Your eyes keep changing in color” I commented and the prince chuckled. “A resemblance of power, each vampire has his quality or power, mine happens to be controlling or feeling emotions and right now I’m reading yours” Prince Sebastian said smirking. “Are yo

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

As the Dawn Knight Order fell silent with uncontrollable anger, Josh Bornite's eyes caught the image of a man who was so beautiful—that he thought he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His eyes blinked in disbelief when he saw the man, who was even prettier than any woman. His heart was pounding. The man's long black hair was undeniably pretty. And his golden eyes that stared into somewhere were flat and cold. Somehow they also looked so delicate and beautiful, like a white jade statue reflecting light. The man was truly dazzling. The man he saw was Prince Zaha Serpentes.