Hunter Prince Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

I could feel it, and when he tilted his head, baring his teeth in a cruel sneer, his eyes glinting, Hunter closed his eyes, exhaling. "We’re going to split up." He breathed. "What?" I hissed. "That’s Xenara Khasorin, the third prince of the empire. We’ve met before and he’s fucking lethal." Hunter explained quietly, frowning deeply. "Why am I not fucking surprised?" Theon murmured. "You two carry on, tonight it’s just him and I…" I knew splitting up wasn’t a good idea, but if Hunter was saying to do so…

he called out, his tone laced with amusement. Nodding, I turned back towards him, ready to engage in a formal introduction. My curiosity was piqued as Prince Damon took a step forward, a confident smile gracing his lips. His hand extended gracefully to his sides, gesturing to himself as if presenting his regal presence. The air seemed to shift as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of authority and magnetism. "I am the vampire prince, Damon Shadowborne," he declared, his voice filled with a sense of pride that befit his royal status. The weight of his words settled in the air, emphasizing the significance of his lineage and power.

Sindy Vampire Hunter Point of View “ We are left with one hour to receive our very important guest please make sure you do not embarrass me or our kingdom . “ I overhear Prince George and his uncle talking about what is to happen today . It seems Prince George is still not determined to marry the princess chosen for him while the uncle is also determined to get Prince George and the chosen Princess get married. I overhear his uncle shut down every question Prince George asks about his parents but firmly manipulate him into marrying the Princess for the sake of the kingdom that is unaware that the future King is a vampire terrorizing them .

"What are you doing here?" Fred was just about to answer when someone else spoke for him. "He's here because the queen called him. We need Prince Freds help to know more about Tamer magic in order to help you." Said PRINCE Ace, who had mysteriously sneaked behind us. His full name is PRINCE Ace Feradin. The most ungrateful, snob, rude, and spoiled bastard among the princes. He is an elf that has this weird mumbo jumbo magic that controls....errr more like plants and can see and talk to animals. Kind of like Snow White. Black hair and midnight blue eyes. Good looking but I still prefer Fred.

Rory apologized as we walked in. The Prince was staring out at his window. His back to us. "What is her name?" He asked without looking back. "Amaya Harkins, daughter of goddess Athena." Rory said. The Prince turned and faced me. Then I saw his face, his beauty shone like a flame, vital and bright, drawing my eye against my will. His mouth was a plump bow, his nose an aristocratic arrow. He's beautiful. The most beautiful I've seen. His eyes were blue, bright blue

His breathing was so loud that it filled my ears, it was as if he was dragging air in and forcing it out with so much strength. Reluctantly, I shook off the fear which had taken over my body and walked closer to him, covering up the space between us but remained at a reasonable distance from him. "Pardon my manners," he said clearing his throat, "I'm Prince Richard, first son of King Harold and brother to Prince Charles the soon to be King of the werewolves." He bragged with great pride in who he was and I gulped. "I am an Alpha." He declared and I nodded with a nervous laugh but the look on his face made me get myself in order and introduce myself.

Peter is an old friend. "Fulfilling my duty." He grinned. "By the way, these are my nephews, Conrad and Connor." He introduced his companions. The three of them shook hands with Hunter. They turned to the prince to shake hands but he did not move an inch. He was unwilling to know them. This did not bother them, though. "Who is this young man?" Peter turned to his old friend with a wide grin. "The prince of Terra Hella." Hunter simply answered. "Oh, my apologies Your Highness. My hands are not worthy to touch yours. I'm sorry." Peter vowed and paid him respect. Conrad and Connor did the same.

"You won't get away with this, Sophie Stones. I will make you regret everything you did to me." "And I will make you regret what you did to me too!" She retorted once again. "You have also caused me so much trouble, and for that, you'll pay." I laughed, taking a few steps away from her and clapping sarcastically. "Have you forgotten why you're here?" I chuckled. "You're here to beg me for a job. You have nothing. How do you intend to make me pay?" I closed the gap between us and grabbed her hand. "Have you forgotten who I am? I am Prince Maxon Ironclaw, the prince of Nighfall Kingdom and the future pack leader of the Silverclaw pack. I am the only heir to the throne. Here, I am the owner and