Evil Prince Novels & Stories

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

Miss Erika told our two friends. "The evil prince of vampires in this country and the evil wolf and sorcerer have come together to overthrow the rule of the son of the former king of California and of the Philippines. They want to take over the whole world to make everything worse," said Miss Erika to the three of us. Her face changed in front of us.

"He's not like the other princes, his appearance far out-shined them along with his abilities, physical and mental. He was known as an evil genius before." "Why evil?" "Well, you see, ... his highness is not," he paused and gave a Alexis a careful stare, "you mustn't treat his highness any different after you hear this." "Okay?" She tilted her head, in wonder. "His highness is only a half-blooded human..." "...so what's the other half?" "Elf..." "Oh, that's why he's so..." Alexis eyes brightened at the one thing that seemed to make any sense in this world.

The contempt he cherished for that thing and for all the nobles who, during the main work, had used Elaine coldly - both to manipulate Callisto, and for their own interests together with the damned angels. I would crush them. I would destroy them before they could even look at Elaine directly. 60% of that dance was nothing but bugs being trampled. "The prince of the 6th territory, Morpheus" everyone in the hall could hear and my eyes turned to face that pair of amethysts. Morpheus, the prince of dreams, nightmares and also the ruler of the territory, who was known to retain memories. Among the princes he was certainly the most dangerous when taking into account his mastery and abilities.

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

"But you were the one tricked by them. Next time if you don't want to endanger yourself pretend you never saw any like those earlier," The voice that sounds angelic was different from the voice he had earlier from the bad guys making Iris felt hot. Then suddenly without knowing, she feels like she’s not in control with her body anymore. The thing that the lady earlier – named Elvie had brought to her mouth was an aphrodisiac. Now, she had been affected by such effect Wilhelm see the lady stumble on the ground as she laid there breathing hard enough while holding her chests 'What's wrong with her? Don't tell me!'

“Another says he appeared from the shadows, without a single footstep.” The Demon Chancellor snaps back, and the old hatred between them flares even now, even here. “Get your facts right, witch, or say nothing at all.” He steps forward, trying to belittle Evelyn’s claim. “He didn't appear. That's false. He walked, and the snow came after him like always. But this time, it is stronger.” “His eyes were black,” the Vampire Duke says. “Not silver. Not blue. Black, my Alpha.”

“Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.” Vesper, the youngest Prince of Chaos, completed the triad with wild energy and a wicked grin. His violet eyes sparkled with mischief, his athletic form marked by battle scars and piercings, messy dark hair framing a face that promised both pleasure and ruin. “The pact is simple, summoner,” he said, circling me like a predator. “Our aid for your kingdom… in exchange for one night of complete surrender. Your body will be ours to use, to knot, to fill until you forget your own name.”

To save her dying human kingdom from total annihilation, Princess Seraphina is traded as a political bride to the feared Emperor of the Under-Realm, Lord Malakar. Known as the "Devil’s Shadow," Malakar is an ice-cold, ruthless half-demon Lycan king burdened by a dark, ancestral blood-curse. Seraphina expects a lifetime of torment or a swift execution. Instead, she enters a gothic citadel trapped in a web of deadly court politics and ancient secrets. Malakar treats her as a fragile, disposable human weakling, keeping his distance to protect his dark heart. But when a terrifying ancestral madness takes over the King, Seraphina surprises the entire court by using a hidden, dormant light magic t

“Why? Why is everyone so afraid of Elva?” asked Austin. He hates how everyone fear her so much. The one they should fear is him. He’s the dark prince. He’s the one to bring the end of the world. He’s destruction himself. He’s the one that everyone dread when they take their last breath. If he has to he will do it. He will reveal himself. By revealing his darker side, he will be able to kill Elva.