Dark Prince Novels & Stories

Authority made manifest, wrapped in velvet shadows and centuries of absolute power. Velis Draykar. Caelum's eyes snapped open, pupils dilating as they adjusted to the soft lamplight that filled the chamber. His hand shot out instinctively—sluggish from whatever drugs still coursed through his system—striking the bowl and sending it flying in a golden arc that splattered broth across expensive carpets and polished stone. The spoon rang against the floor like a bell tolling his defiance. He tried to rise, to put distance between himself and the creature that had destroyed his world, but his body had other plans.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

They were deeply involved in a passionate kiss. Lysander cleared his throat and looked away shyly, an uncharacteristic bashfulness crossing his face. Camille, however, stood there with a look of pure amusement, her arms crossed. I just felt awkward, like I’d walked into the wrong bathroom. Domenic pulled away, his green eyes flashing with a predatory amber light as he glared at the intruders. No one needed to tell me for me to know that this is Domenic Darkshadow, prince of the vampires and also a very powerful man. His stance says it all. The woman immediately hid her face in the crook of his neck, her cheeks burning a bright pink.

We were here to fill graves, not ranks. A sudden hush fell over the courtyard as I stood waiting for orders. That’s when I saw him. The Alpha Prince of Nethian. Lucian Draxon. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, tall and impossibly composed, his black hair gleaming beneath the pale sun. Tattoos coiled up his arms and neck like living vines, disappearing beneath his dark uniform. His violet eyes—unnatural and otherworldly—swept over the conscripts, cold and calculating.

AZALEA'S POV “That isn’t true. He accepts you, but you need to prove to him that you are his son. You need to win the fight, and I know you can because this is what you were born to do. Deep down, you’ve always known it, and now it’s been confirmed. You are Clayton Beast Draxlar, future King of the Lycans and Prince of Draxlar, realm to the most powerful dragons in the universe. Show him that you are his son and show everyone that you are not to be messed with,” I told him.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

I scrunched my brows. "And, who are you and why should I listen to you? I will call the police if you try to be smart." She warned me and chuckled. "Before you reach for that phone in your handbag, I will send you to heaven or hell. But I won't be doing it… I am here for Alexis…" "Who are you?" She was concerned. "I am.. Stefan Donovan, the demon prince…" I introduced myself and left her gaping at me.

Most of the warlocks and witches stopped working on their cauldron's when they entered the Necrokeep. "Ah! Prince Eris the Blood Prince of the DarkMoon. What an honor to see you here, how can we help you?" An old man approached them bowing down slightly to Eris. "I'm not the one who needs help Dreyfus, my mate here wants answers." he brought her forward and everyone gasped upon seeing another red-haired female.