Darren Shan Vampire Prince Novels & Stories

she said. Xavier released me and sat on the edge of the examination table. “Healer Darren. Report.” Scott stepped in behind us. “Beckett, this is irregular. The Council—” Xavier cut him off with a look. “I am pureblood,” Xavier said quietly. “The Lycan Prince of the Royal Territories. Address me accordingly, Redwood.” Scott’s jaw tightened. “Or leave,” Xavier added. Scott didn't challenge him, but he didn't look happy. Darren began unwrapping Xavier’s bandages. The wound looked worse than it should; the edges were dark and irritated, refusing to close. Even with my clinic's help, the flesh seemed to be fighting itself.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

Darun groaned in slight complaint at the increase in pressure, only to hear Geran groan in the same way, before he found himself flipped on top of Geran straddling him. His unbuttoned shirt was almost completely off, and just as he wore it back over his shoulders, prepared to button it back up, he watched Geran tear the buttons completely off right before he proceeded to try and pull them completely off Darun’s back. “Wait…” Darun panicked slightly as he watched Geran begin to do so, as he struggled not to take them off. The marks his father left were not completely gone and the last thing he ever wanted was for the vampire prince in front of him to find out what had happened.

She tumbled all the way down until she hit the ground next to him. "Tika?" The witch asked. "Yes, it is I" she sighed upside down. She loweres her hand and the lightning subsided "Odd for you to be this far from your gates?" "I have been ordered by Farah to aid the vampire" "Shelai am I right?" Ray asked. "Yes, give me one good reason why I should help you vampire?" "I am the prince of Transylvania, my father has been killed, I need strength to face those who oppose me"

“Calm down fleabag.... first you have to swear allegiance to me and answer all my questions!” “Who the fuck is that corpse?” Darren said, he looks at him with hatred, he seems to know him. “He is the prince of vampires, Vlad IV.” “Well, let’s go great... “ “Why are you saying that? “ “Because right now I don’t know how I can see that his soul is very black!” I said to Darren while he looks at me strangely. “But vampires don’t have a soul!” “Apparently the little prince is an exception, he must be very strong...”

He flushed, rinsed his face at the sink, and tried to look normal. Impossible. His reflection stared right back at him: huge pupils, sallow skin, a tremor in his lower lip he couldn’t stop. He stepped out. The four of them were still there, now openly watching. Emma tilted her head. “Shawn, what’s wrong? You look like you saw a ghost.” He opened his mouth. The words were right there— ‘I did. It's worse than a ghost. A vampire. Fucking a guy to death in 512. Draining him while he came. He looked at me. He saw me! And still let me go!’

Hans is really tired of dealing with the vampire nation. "Hey you guys! What you guys are looking for is me, don't hurt them!" shouted Hans hoarsely, no fear at all in him. The five vampire races stopped attacking on their prince's instructions, while Aiden-the vampire prince turned to look at Hans with disdain. He walked over to Hans with a crooked smile on his face, Adnan is indeed famous as a fearless and merciless vampire prince, he is also very cruel. "Where did you hide that holy blood girl huh?" snapped Aiden.

And of course, he's always able to see eight through me. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips as he walks closer to me . “You deserve to know who he is,” he mutters, his voice tight. “The man who just left… his name is Vince. Prince Vince of the Crimson Court. He's a vampire prince.” I blink. “Vampire’s are real?” He nods once. “Yes, and they're manipulative bastards.” That earns a raised brow from me. “Go on.”

Even in the pale light of the early morning, I could see the faint shimmer of blood-red eyes—unmistakably vampiric. “Duke, stay in the car,” I ordered sharply, knowing he wasn’t in any shape to fight. I heard his mumbled protest, but didn’t take my eyes off the figure long enough to face him. The rest of my men flanked me immediately, weapons drawn and at the ready. “Graeme Buchanan,” a familiar voice said and my jaw clenched. “Hello Zachary. If you wanted a rematch this badly you should have just asked.” The vampire prince stepped closer, his movements unnaturally fluid. His youth was deceiving; despite looking no older than twenty, his power radiated like a storm waiting to break.

Ruby grabbed her hand “Now is not the time to cry” Elder Farrah came to the front “We are dealing with a very powerful and thousand years old Vampire king. If he can disguise himself into a little cute puppy and stay in our pack for days, he’s prepared for us” she explained. “And there’s no way you all wouldn’t have noticed that there was something off with the puppy. I noticed it at first glance” Prince Azure said. Evie, Shirley, and Darius exchanged confusing glances. Same with the Twin Alphas.