Hunter Prince Novels & Stories

"I don't care about her Linus. I care about her blood. If father decides to make her a slave, I'm sure a lot of vampires would want her at all cost, and it might bring problems to our Kingdom. We don't really know whats in her blood that makes it so powerful, and until we do, the best option is for me to have her. That way no one would dare to want her." They both looked relieved at my explanation and I have no idea why I felt uncomfortable with all I've just said. I can't believe that little kitty cat also said the same thing about me caring about her. I'm Domenic Darkshadow, the prince of the Vampires, dangerous and heartless. Why would I care for a mere human?! Why would I stoop so low?

His deep voice filled the dining space, capturing the attention of the man who sat across him. As he sliced through the meat with a single slide of the knife in his grip, his eyes remained passive. His eyes and the aura he eluded appeared cold... He looked pissed. The fact that the first information passed to him in the early hours was not pleasing in the slightest left him this way. Gerald Hagnarok as a matter of fact, gets every information about the state firsthand, but ever since His Imperial Grace took his place back to the throne, he was a step ahead of him. GERALD HAGNAROK - Son of The Prime Minister, Multi-billionaire, Head of the Senate section of the East Coast Region.

He vividly remembered how fine Prince Mharl to some subjects and he even excelled since Primary school, high school and now in college. “My son, you look awesome in your tuxedo. Congratulations on another award you have from your art class, science, and history. You did it again. The honor you had in your primary before is now another journey you face in your high school. The queen hugged and made a pat on Prince Mharl’s back. The king shook the prince’s hands and whispered, “Son, I am proud of you! You’re free to choose what course you want to take.” Prince Mharl was known to be a horse and motor rider. One day, as he drove a customized 1981 Honda CM400 Hondamatic and known to be Denmark’s

Shawn stared at him for a moment then looked at Hudson and saw that he was smiling too. Hudson looked at Shawn and said, “I think he likes you too much boss.” Shawn nodded his head with a smirk, “I know, he has every reason too.” Aldridge hit Shawn’s shoulder and started laughing as they made their way to the hall and he said, “You are ridiculous do you know that my love?” Shawn side-eyed him with a nod, “I know, I have to be sometimes or else we’ll both go insane.” * “Prince Aldridge Camionare and Lord Samuel Palmerston,” the announcer called as the doors opened and walked through them.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

He took off the headsets and glared at me. "What? Did I not make it clear that I wouldn't let you access anything in here?" He asked, frustration pressing in his voice. I went straight to the introduction. "I am Alpha Maseno, the alpha of this kingdom," I said confidently, trying to assert my authority. "I want those videos for the safety and well-being of my people." His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to rise from his chair and bowed his head. "I am sorry, Alpha. I didn't know who you were. I am sorry." I nodded, understanding his sudden change in demeanor.

I actually have never tasted good wine before. I load my plate with neat layers of everything. As I reach for some salad, I suddenly feel a hand clamp tightly around my forearm, sharp fingernails digging in like little claws. “Hilda! What are you doing?” I whisper, looking down to see her grip like she is clinging for dear life. Her mouth hangs open in awe. Following her stare, I turn to see Prince Callum,the famous son of Alpha Gerald of Silverfall. Everyone knows him as a battle-hardened little warrior, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair. Honestly? He’s quite handsome.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.