Mated To The Prince Of Darkness Novels & Stories

Her hands were convulsing, tears were intensely streaming down to her neck. Back in the house, Liam was drunk in merriment as he smiled at the foreboding shadow that was becoming frightening as it swam in his direction. "MATED TO HER DARKNESS!" "CURSED LIGHT!" "SHE BECAME YOURS!" •••

A soft smile graced her lips and she sent a silent prayer to the goddess of love, she may have hated her mate before but now she wants no one else but him. “You really look like her,” Irene said, calling her out of her thoughts. “Only that you are stronger now and more strong willed.” “What are you talking about?” Aliyah frowned. Irene sighed and continued stirring her mixture. “Back in my coven, we used to tell the tale of the Dark Prince and Princess Mariah.” “Dark Prince?” Aliyah asked, Sean’s word flashing in her mind, ‘The man is the leader of the originals, he was their prince right from when he was still human and he was called the Dark Prince back then.’

I held my palm out, open cut facing the ceiling. He grabbed the knife from me and made a cut quickly. It was bigger than mine and covered his full palm. I scented the blood. I wanted to cover his hand so I could stop the bleeding. I saw it had already started healing. "I, Darkice Royal, the prince of Dark Realm, accept you, Emersyn Quarlas Dawson as my fated mate." He linked his palm with mine. Our blood mingled My eyes dilated feeling the rush of his power. I felt as if I was going to fly away. His arm came around my waist. Golden waves danced around us.

"Stop talking." She turned her head toward him. Their eyes met, and he felt the impact all the way to his newly healed soul. He had a few moments to contemplate how ironic it was that he would find her now, in the clutches of a master darkness, when he'd finally made up his mind that he could not be the life mate needed for a woman of this century and could never claim his lifemate. The sky above them erupted with four ugly shapeless monsters. Three went after the children while one dropped toward the Tensel’s property. These were the dark one’s first line of defense, his pawns.

“Once a prince, turned to slave. Fall into darkness, never to be saved. A hero who sacrificed for his kingdom, but… killed by his own kin.” The room seemed to tilt, the air growing heavier with each word. “What are you saying?” I managed, my voice tight. "I don't know, but this prophecy seems to point us to Henry.” Diego’s gaze was steady, filled with regret. “Look at the words; it all seems to point at one person, Henry. He's the only one who fits the description of a prince turned slave, falling into darkness and ultimately being killed by his own kin." My heart sank as realization dawned on me—Henry, my mate.

''That was Hades, the ruler of the Underworld, the prince of darkness, and my mate,''I said, ''Gosh, do you really expect me to believe all that?" she said with a frown. ''I know, I know, it's difficult to believe, but it's true.'' I said, ''What is? You want me to believe then that I'm in the underworld and that I am mated to, or well, fated to be with some dude I don't know? No way, I just want to go home,'' she said, choking at her last word, on her last sentence, and honestly, that was the most apt reaction. Anybody else would have said the exact same thing, but maybe I am just weird.

Keithera asked in anticipation of the event and Ashley didn’t spare the details of everything her parents had planned. The time of the marking ceremony came and Ashley couldn’t contain her excitement. For the past years now she has been depressed and lonely feeling lost without a mate. She always felt the moon goddess took all her mates away cause she deserved to be lonely forever, but when the mate bond was established between her and Davian, hope came back to her life. She was thrilled when she found out that the moon goddess had destined Davian to be her mate after feeling all hope was lost. It only seemed right that they become mates as they have been friends for a long time.

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

But in the end, I let Eiraeth persuade me. He made me believe that we could be destined mates. I foolishly step into this marriage. Two years into our marriage, during our anniversary celebration, I met him—Prince Arineth, the first prince and my fated mate. The moment our eyes locked across the crowded hall, the mate bond snapped into place, and it was so powerful that I couldn't deny it. Prince Arineth was everything I had always wanted in a mate. Tall and broad-shouldered, with storm-gray eyes that pierced through me, masculine allure that made my pulse race. He was everything, but to everyone else, he was nothing. Everyone in the capital and other packs knew he was the king’s bastard son

Elder Fabian looked directly into my eyes, delivering the worst possible sentence I could have ever imagined. "The three-way bond will cause a severe destabilization in the spiritual alignment of both kingdoms especially considering the mage ancestry involved," Fabian stated coolly. "Therefore, you must choose one single King to be your bonded mate by sunset tomorrow."