Evil Princes Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Her curiosity asked through her morbidness, "What do you want?" The man let out a stiff chuckle from where he was standing, "You're brazen and sharp, I like that a lot." He appraised her, but Keira wasn't flattered one bit. In a situation like this, there's absolutely nothing to be flattered about. And for a creepy man that's hiding behind the shadow to make a deal with her, there's absolutely nothing flattering about his compliments. It has a creepy factor attached to it rather.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Too weak. Inside, it's an absolute war zone. Shattered glass, splintered desks, and snapped chair legs are scattered across the floor. In the center of the destruction stand two monsters. The vampire is breathtaking. Liviel was right, it's a Cain Awakened. Specifically, it's Ilius Napki, a wildly famous fourth-year elite. Ilius folds his massive crimson wings, barely fitting inside the ruined room. Silver hair sweeps over rose-colored eyes as he lowers his gaze. He looks utterly aloof—an elegant, melancholic prince standing dead center in a bloody war zone.

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

“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.”

Cold seeps through my fingers, as I take a step back. What the fuck?! 'Hello, you pretty thing,' the teeth says, 'Scared are we?' At the mention of the word, I bristle, baring my fangs in reply. I'm many things, but I like to be in control as much as possible. 'Who. Are. You'. 'I think we both know the answer to that question, Keilen,' it says. The annis. I still can't believe it, the creature from the stories, the dark witches of the elven race, darker than even the mages. Their guild was one of the major factors of the fall of Citadell….or so Argell said.

Facing Evanora with the same determined look in his eyes, his hands went to her throat, finger curled around her throat. “You are just a woman right now. Your powers are rusty. You are rusty, Evanora. But I am not. Don’t threaten me, ever, ever again. You know who I am. Don’t you?” He asked her, eyes boring deep into her soul. For a moment, Evanora witnessed the real Valor. No. He wasn’t Valor anymore. He was Dankein. Dankein Cosh; the king of Dream-Catchers. The one who held Grand Empress captive. The one who stole mermaid skin from Scarlet without getting noticed. The one who had Dark souls working for him.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.