Darren Shan Vampire Prince Novels & Stories

It was a message from Adrian. A picture. He had managed to wash my haughty Persian cat, who was now sitting meekly in the bathtub, perfectly clean. "I got Princess all clean. She scratched me three times," he wrote, adding a pouting emoji. I laughed out loud and closed the news article. Impossible. The Vandermere Prince, rumored to be so ruthless that the entire vampire world trembled at his name, couldn't possibly be my sweet, simple vampire who bathed cats and got scratched in the process.

He first bowed then responded while stuttering "My name is Reed and," Then paused for a minute still in physically pain from his bruises of being beaten up by someone. "Don't waste my time you dumb idiot beast, just tell me the valuable information you have!" I shouted impatiently. "It’s about the Vampires." he quickly muttered. That really got my attention when I heard the word "Vampires." I loathed each and every one of those filthy bloody creatures within every inch of my body. "What about them?" I urged him to continue. "The Vampire Prince specifically, he came to my house and took her." he replied.

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.

he called out, his tone laced with amusement. Nodding, I turned back towards him, ready to engage in a formal introduction. My curiosity was piqued as Prince Damon took a step forward, a confident smile gracing his lips. His hand extended gracefully to his sides, gesturing to himself as if presenting his regal presence. The air seemed to shift as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of authority and magnetism. "I am the vampire prince, Damon Shadowborne," he declared, his voice filled with a sense of pride that befit his royal status. The weight of his words settled in the air, emphasizing the significance of his lineage and power.

Werewolves called vampires arrogant, dangerous, power-hungry leeches. Ethan sat across the room pretending not to look at me every five seconds, and I couldn't even care. All I knew was that somewhere along the line, I hadn't noticed my hatred for vampires bleeding out of me. But— “Enough!” Thorne said sharply. I looked up as the room fell silent. His voice wasn’t loud but it was firm. “I believe we’ve let emotions cloud reason for too long,” Thorne said. He looked around the room. At the elders. At me. At Lucian.

Darren rubbed his face roughly. The blinding light of the lamp exposed the room, whose walls were filled with paintings. Ferin smiled crookedly as he looked at the painting of a large, very shady tree. "King Carlen and princess Lucia come to the Redwood Pack. Crown Prince Vander to the Tongass Pack. Prince Darren is starting to waver in his stance." "What?" The blonde woman was surprised. "Hey, why do you call her princess Lucia? You don't even have solid proof yet."

The Prince had given them orders in case Shane refused. “Then you are required to bring her to the Auction. She will go to the highest bidder. Lord Bylone hopes you’ll follow the laws and attend the Auction tomorrow.” “I’ll speak to my Master about this.” The men nodded and took their leave. “Fuck!” Shane cursed, just when he thought things couldn’t get worse. He had no choice but to call Damien and relay what had happened. The vampire lord was dreadfully quiet—so quiet it was obvious he was furious about the situation.

The Prince had given them orders in case Shane refused. “Then you are required to bring her to the Auction. She will go to the highest bidder. Lord Bylone hopes you’ll follow the laws and attend the Auction tomorrow.” “I’ll speak to my Master about this.” The men nodded and took their leave. “Fuck!” Shane cursed, just when he thought things couldn’t get worse. He had no choice but to call Damien and relay what had happened. The vampire lord was dreadfully quiet—so quiet it was obvious he was furious about the situation.

“As long as that mongrel is alive, that will never happen.” “Tala, go and save your sister. Use the portal sphere and leave. I'll take care of him,” Shaun spoke softly before turning to Silvanus that was already charging at him. Shaun’s body gradually grew, the muscles in his arms and legs expanding, until the clothes he was wearing were completely destroyed. He crouched down, then jumped into the air and met Silvanus. In the midst of Shaun’s encounter with the vampire, his appearance gradually changes. Until he morphed into a glorious black wolf.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"