Evil Prince Novels & Stories

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

A murmur as it turns out from the distance to where their little haven is. “Known with the blood of royalties from the country of Urasia, he is a royal blooded Prince who had everything in his command. He thinks that the world will have to bow in front of him as he will never accept defeat or no as an answer. He perfectly embodies the sin of the devil Lucifer, sin of Pride, Keith Dorincourt.” The angelic voice that is somehow reading the words and identity of the beings like they are all just a bunch of insignificant ones. A delighted expression draws, with the eyes that resembles the ocean and sky.

said Eskylrious as he looked at her with an interrogative expression . " ....Yes........Eskylrious , crown prince of England , leader of the Windsor vampire clan and future ruler of the dark world ! " said the mysterious woman with a serious expression . " You know who I am........Good !...... " said Eskylrious . ' To think that someone actually managed to stop my magic.........She's a pretty awesome lady . ' thought Eskylrious with a smirk . " Who are you ?!.........How did you manage to stop my powers ?! " asked Eskylrious with a serious expression .

With desperate eyes, she questioned. "I believe just a figment, created by a witch. The aura of dark magic was too great that night!" King Emmerich possessed the ability to intercept evilness, dark magic, fear, blood, and death. He was drawn to it from a young age, and the wildness within him ran by, devouring them. He is mighty, and his vision can travel any distance to identify the source of the evilness or dark motives. And, when it comes to his family and himself, he can sense when someone is plotting something evil to harm them. He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell.

He wanted a reaction from me and he got the response he was clearly searching for. “You fucking bastard!” I raised my fist to punch him in the face, but with a speed that didn't surprise me anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared at the other corner of the dark basement. “You really underestimate me, Aurora or should I say Rose? Have you forgotten exactly what I am?” His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. “A vampire. And not just any vampire. I am the leader of all vampires. I am Lucious Vladimir, the king of all vampires.”

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

Amused, I steady her and say, “It pleases me greatly to know that you seem to forget who and what I am.” Her head snaps in my direction. “I don’t know how that is even possible. I mean, you’re the king of hell. It’s not like you’re a normal man.” Feeling offended by her tone, I grip her elbow and pull her body to mine. “No, I’m most certainly far more than any normal man.” She scoffs. “You certainly don’t lack humility.” My lip quirks. “It’s difficult to be humble when I have the power to make anything happen.”

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

"You turned my child into an egg, and you think it's just going to pass. Why did you do this?" "It wasn't me." Eric said. "It was never me. I fact, nothing that ever happened I this castle was by my will, not even the King's." Eric looked out the window. It was visible from there, the ship. "And she is coming." "Who, Eric, who?" "Vane." Eric said. "Who is Vane?" Nherisa asked. "Vane is an evil spirit that lived in the rulers' minds for generations and controlled whatever happened in the kingdom." Eric said, running down the hall with Nherisa following close behind him. "She is the reason your people have become slaves to ours."

“I already have a dragon and a hellhound vying for space in my bed. I might just grab a vampire out of spite.” Kai’s eyes flick to mine sharply. “Don’t.” Jordan cackles. “He’s referring to the dark prince, isn’t he? Mr. Brooding and Bloodstained. Elijah Vize. That look he gave you? He wanted to devour you and not just in the bitey vampire way.” “He hates magic wielders,” I mutter, voice dipping. “He made that abundantly clear. He can stay in whatever crypt he crawled out of.” Behind me, I swear I feel the air shift. Like someone just inhaled from far too close. But when I glance toward the trees, there’s nothing. Just dark trunks, tall grass, and moonlight kissing leaves. A ghost of tension