Mated To The Prince Of Darkness Novels & Stories

“Now. And call the High Oracle of the Moondust Coven. She owes me her second-born child and her wine cellar. I want answers.” “Yes, my King.” He vanished into the trees as I stared down into the mist-choked woods. The Dark Forest wasn’t just enchanted. It was alive. Breathing. Watching. And she was at the heart of it. My mate. Rejected. Branded. Cursed. And still—unbreakable. Still loud enough to scream across the mate bond just because she was probably surrounded by talking mushrooms or something. I chuckled under my breath. “Only my mate would sass the gods and make it sound like war.”

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

One moment, I was half-naked and vulnerable, huddled in a damp cave with a dominant Lycan Prince claiming me as his mate. One moment, I was half-naked, damp, and shivering in a cave, with a Lycan Prince looming over me like some overconfident predator announcing I was his mate. The next, I was dressed like a reluctant runway model, tucked into the plush interior of a limited-edition Maybach.

The potion wasn't just meant to suppress her mate bond to the prince. It was made from dark magic and hence, fed on the mate bond, turning the original feelings of love and care that Zayn should have felt toward her, into dark emotions and hatred. The spell was a parasite, supposed to feed off his darkest sides until it completely drained him to death.

I asked quietly, fixing my gaze on him. "Go on." He murmured, though from the expression on his face, it was clear that he may not actually have wanted to hear what I had to say. "Vladimier and I were engaged. After that, I came to live with him and prepared to be the queen. That was when I discovered his true colors. I found him late one night, discussing a curse with his apprentice that he wanted to cast. The very same curse is currently in place over Allsbrook and Halleluia Tyraniyaar."

Alone but not alone. Here she didn’t have to look forward to her future, the vast unknown kept at bay. The tall trees stood strong like silent guardians to protect her. Neither did she have to worry about being the new draco King’s fated mate. That was something else she didn’t understand. What was a mate? What did that mean? Was that why people were so angry with her when she killed his father, the Elder?

Never gave up when her close ones turned against her. It's not in her blood to give up. She didn't dabble in dark arts to stumble at the first hurdle. Her tenacity has landed her in this kingdom, a lover to HIM, who is as greedy as her if not more for power. It was easy to pull his strings once she laid the plans, but her weakened state on the eclipse has stretched her power thin, collapsing the illusion she created for HIM. HE entered the room, one hand holding a wine glass filled to the brim with red liquid. He smirked as his eyes roved over her naked glory.

He decided to first calm his nerves with some blood before he would say anymore words. When he offered him the drink, he didn't turn it down this time. Even Lord Ray needed something to calm himself and keep his demon in check. When quietness drifted in again, the Mouthpiece said, "My Lord, you can get married to any other woman that is not Human. She is Human and you are cursed to them." He furrowed his eyelids and stared into those monstrous eyes of Lord Ray but they appeared more cool than ever.

Grandmother clears her throat again “Now Hermione, it is one thing to say Married and another to say Mated to someone… Yes, mated might mean after consummation of love when both mates are ready. But it can also mean the enforcing and altering of a mate bond.” “What are you trying to say grandmother?” I ask confusingly “I am trying to say that with extra powers, we can make the princes think that you both are their mates. For instance, Prince Helios for Ketura and Prince Ares for you. I am sure you have eyes for Prince Ares, don't you?” Grandmother winks

For someone without a soul, a soulmate was something he thought he would never have. An absolute miracle. He was lucky. But not totally. Because... Here he was, crowned the King of Darkness, suffering for the sins of his Father, having the evil Kings's reputation as his. Yet could he be entirely angry? He wasn't totally blameless in all sincerity. His own evil doings had piled up against him, his own quest for power, his own hunger and desire to always have things his way. He moved away from his bed, so he could look into the mirror opposite him, at what he had become. The vampires moved with him, maintaining the circle, the force over them painfully controlling.