Prince Hans Evil Novels & Stories

“ There is no better way to say this, I am a vampire and I can not just stand there and watch you destroy a young lady’s life like that . She deserves better .” I hear Prince George while listening to today’s recordings and I am shook to the core . I knew the royal family had something to hide but I did not expect them to hide something so huge . Why would they call me here to hunt a vampire when the vampire is within their family ? How did they miss this ? I get even more shocked while listening to the King’s response because I thought decades ago their mission failed . How is this even possible because I witnessed them kill both of them claiming it is what is best for the kingdom.

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

Harvey gave a smile toward Yvonne and said, “Is it really that important whether I can provoke them or not? You’re one of my subordinates. Nobody can force you to do what you don’t want to, no matter who they are. “If I can’t even protect the people around me, then I’m not even worthy of having the title of Prince.” “Who are you even? Which prince are you again? Aren’t you the prince for the rundown family, the Yorks?” asked Rita coldly, and she frowned while looking at Harvey. Harvey nodded. “Yeah, I am Prince York.” Slap! At this moment, a middle-aged woman stood up and furiously slapped Harvey across his face. Harvey was caught off guard, not being able to come back to his senses at that

At that, he turned away and left. I heaved a sigh and threw myself down on the chair and another knock came on the door. Gen opened it and there was a large group of paparazzi and people from the media shouting questions at her. "Gen, was Emily Hollen the reason Prince Sebastian walked out on his wedding?" "Are they having an affair?" "What did the King say to Emily?" "Is she going to be banished from the palace and the country anytime soon?" Gen was stuttering and trying to control the media to no avail.

“He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.” As I made my way to the classroom, Adele’s words never left me — no one touches the Crown Prince’s bare hands and lives. It was the reason why he always wore leather gloves, so he would not accidentally kill anyone. He was cursed, Adele had said, cursed by a witch whom his grandfather had offended. His hands were like a bloodsucking weapon. Quinn had failed to tell me that tiny bit of information. I could only imagine what would have happened if I had touched his bare hands — I would have met my end even before I finished my mission.

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?

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

Jaxson panted. “Yeah, can see that.” He’d heard bad things about the Huntermoon pack, but so far, he hadn’t sensed any issues. They were welcoming, the Alpha wasn’t as nearly hot headed as he’d heard, and the warriors trained hard. Matlock handed him a bottle of water, “Thought you’d want to know, there’s a few rumours that have started to get here, about The Prince. His behaviour. Just… a heads up.” “Thanks. King will lynch us all if what’s been happening gets to him.”