Evil Prince Novels & Stories

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

Eric took slow walks around her, thinking of the necessary part to start from. He stopped walking and squatted in her front, he wanted her to see his face while he explained the whole thing to her. “I am the son of Evans Draco, the fourth most dangerous man in the mafia world.” He stated with pride and he could see the shock on Rebecca’s face when he said that. “Wanna know who the first is?” He asked, but he didn’t get a reply. Rebecca’s curious gaze was already a reply for him, so he continued. “Your father, Michael Lucas.”

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

Father, get someone to instruct the entire kingdom to take wary of any powdered blue substance they may find and not to come in contact with it in any way" " You heard him. Be quick about it" King Durham instructed his personal guards. The king had gotten a grasp of what was going on. The maid had been infected with Bopils dipatita. A disease caused by contact with a rare poisonous powder " And you think these extracts will fix that" Scarlet's confusion mounted. She was in the dark and had no slightest idea about what was happening. She yelped and jolted when the metal gate looked like it was about to break due to the consistent banging from the maid. The maid already heightened into more th

Just then, Aisha's voice echoed from the sky, "I had thought to spare you, but it seems unnecessary now. Prepare to face the descent of the great evil god, Bahamut!" Evil god Bahamut? Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. The ground beneath him began to tremble violently, soon splitting open to reveal a massive chasm. From this abyss, a gigantic black serpent emerged. The serpent hissed, flicking its tongue, and its blood-red eyes made Wilbur's heart skip a beat. By now, the sun had set, and the moon hung in the sky, casting its silver light. The enormous figure of the evil god Bahamut loomed over Wilbur, its shadow engulfing him completely. Bahamut's crimson eyes locked onto Wilbur like a predato

I broke the seal as the servant retreated. The letter read: "Your Majesty, at your command, I investigated Ms. Hart's fiancé and discovered he is not a mere human but a Warlock and Prince of the Black Magic Clan, known for their dark magic." The thought of Ella engaged to a prince who could wreak destruction sent my heart racing.

Maria blinked. "However," the woman continued, creepy smile in tact. "I am Elaine, the Queen of Evil and, of course, the pleasure is all yours." Maria was positive that her head was spinning from all the talking the woman had just done. As her mind struggled to process the words, the woman spoke again.

Her answer sure came as a surprise to me. “It’s hard to understand this but the ancestors of the Goldsman were lycanthrope. It’s said that the Eldest Goldsman was referred to as Lord. He was cursed by a nasty witch after he ordered her execution for murdering innocent kids in name of sacrificial rituals. Due to it, he underwent a lot of trouble.” Caitlyn had a distant look in her eyes, staring past my shoulders towards the forest behind me.

He glowers at the man who calls himself the Supreme Emperor of Ezealyra: Eduard Visserion. Eduard sits on a boulder and crosses his legs. “I shall wait then,” he states in a cool tone. He is unperturbed by the army of Undead around him. They stare at him with dislike but he is calmly waiting for the leader. CREAK! Something is dragging itself across the rough ground. The stench of meat and fungi is getting stronger and more foul as a skeletal figure appears in front of him. Eduard lazily looks on as the King of Undead, Ilyich, comes to view. His long bony skull is gauging Eduard while his eyeless sockets seem to be staring straight at the Lycan Emperor. Ilyich’s torso is almost meatless with

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s