Naruto Prince Of Darkness Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The ancient bloodline of the Imperial Thorne family. Seraphina hadn't just matched her with a monster. She had accidentally or perhaps intentionally sent her into the cage of a Prince. Valerius Thorne. The Arch-Commander of the Imperial Army. The man the news had reported missing for three days. The Prince turned. His eyes were not human. They glowed like violent fire, his pupils thin and sharp like a predator’s. A low growl vibrates from him, it was so powerful it made the ground tremble under Lyra’s feet.

Stumbling blindly, my vision swallowed by the horrors in my mind, I struck something hard, and went down with a loud crash. Oh gods, oh gods, they will hear me! I dropped to my knees, crawling, clawing at the cold ground, searching desperately for somewhere, anywhere, to hide. They must not find me! The darkness thickened. I could not see. Why was it so dark? A hand in the dark, seizing my legs. A heavy weight crushing me. Stronger hands pinning my wrists above my head. “Be quick. I cannot wait. Or should I go first?” “You take too damn long. We have to finish before the master returns.”

I begged through our mindlink but his eyes grew colder before they disappeared from the door. I had no idea my heart could break all over again and as my father kicked and abused me, I prayed to the Goddess for death. My vision got darker as I used every fiber of my being to wish and hope that I would pass away in this moment, never having to see the light of another day. But something happened, right before darkness snatched my consciousness. The door of my bedroom fell off its hinges as if someone kicked it with great force and when lightning struck again, illuminating my room with a bright white light, I could have sworn that the man who swaggered in was Densmore Rutherford.

The only sound was the soft crackling of a flame against the cold metal. Prince Jayden Alaric stood alone beneath the tall ceiling. He was surrounded by marble statues of kings and queens who had been laid to rest in the castle long ago. His black cloak, which had silver threads stitched into it, flowed behind him as he walked toward the platform. The Moonlight Throne was waiting for him there. Tomorrow, he will sit on it as the King. However, the power felt light compared to the turmoil in his heart. He breathed out quickly and ran his gloved hand over his chin. He had fought against assassins trained by wild wolves and defeated rebels who challenged the king. With the coronation just one n

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.

He straightened and walked back to the center of the room where he put on a silk robe but did not tie it. "That remains to be seen. Now sleep. Your training begins at dawn tomorrow. And believe me, you will wish Noctis had burned you in the cavern instead." He walked to the massive canopy bed at the far end of the room and blew out the candle beside it. I sat there on the small unfamiliar bed in the darkness listening to the steady rhythm of the prince's breathing. My heart was still racing. I was trapped. Not in a cell but in the presence of a prince who knew exactly that there was only one thing stronger in me than hatred.

I took my plate, walked toward the seat beside my Dark Prince, and ate there. I repeated the same thing over and over again and each time I could see how the ocean-blue eyes of my Dark Prince followed me every time that I took the empty seat beside him. By the third day, I guess they finally understood, and I found my plate set up beside my Dark Prince. Lately, I noticed that my Dark Prince was away from the Dark Mountain palace a little longer than before. And that’s when I realized that I was missing missing him. One day, while he was away, Ela and Yula told me that my Dark Prince was good with archery. They also told me that he was good at using bows and arrows in haunting and no one can

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

So, I shortly scanned him from head to toe. Then, I turned my face heading toward Nathan and bowed my head to pay respect for his royalty title. "My name is Ghino Frost of the Blue Moon Pack. Prince Nathan of the Crescent, will you accept me to be your mate? I know what future lies ahead for both of us. It's a bit risky. We'll suffer when this kind of love I have for you is forbidden. But with you by my side, we can do and achieve everything together." - The End

For the author is revealed in the next paragraph. "The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home."