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He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Terror washed over Sharon because she knew how cruel Callum could be, especially for that 21 years old werewolf princess, Amelia, whom he had been searching for like an insane, all these years. Now no one and nothing could shield the Werewolf Princess from that barbaric Lycan Prince tonight.

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

"This is just a game! A stupid livestream game!" "A game?" Jake scoffed. "That's what all you witches say. Did you think you could kiss a demon and walk away with no consequences? Did you think that power was free?" Emma inspected a silver dagger. "Adrian Blackwood. One of the seven princes of Hell. Any human who comes into deep contact with him is cursed and eventually becomes his thrall." "I'm not a witch!" I yelled. "I'm Adrian's… his…" An idea struck me. A lie that might just work.

Lura replied, readying the needles she would use. The Prince didn’t answer. Lura began sketching the symbol of the black kingdom—a red flame. He had asked for it to encircle his neck, and so she did. Elder Lura carefully drew the design on the smooth, pale skin of the Prince’s neck. His eyes remained closed, as if calming his mind. Then she began piercing the skin with the needles. She noticed how the Prince winced at each prick. Small beads of blood emerged from the tiny wounds, making her swallow hard. The scent of the Prince’s blood was so tempting that she wanted to drink it to quench her thirst. "You seem tempted by my blood," the Prince said softly, eyes still closed. Elder Lura paused

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

“My mother is right. Guards, seize him. We don’t know who he is, but he’s clearly delusional—” I let out a humorless chuckle, slow and dark. “Oh little brother, the days of your lies are over. I’m done hiding in the shadows while you poison the pack with deceit.” I take another deliberate step forward, voice thunderous now. “I am prince Julian Blackwood. Firstborn of Alpha Magnus Blackwood. Rightful heir to the Crimson crown throne. And I’ve come back… to reclaim what’s mine.” “Oh my, this just got interesting,” A murmur spreads like wildfire through the hall.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.