Novel & Cerita Prince Of Blood Homestuck

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

The world just went on slow motion and I hated it. His eyes went to my foot, having me stare down to see a pool of blood which had collected. I was such a disaster. My hand bleeding, my foot bleeding, seemed I was addicted to bleeding. The prince stared at it for a moment before staring back up to my eyes. “ Try not to kill yourself in the time being.” He added, that arrogant ass. “ You try not to die in the time being.” I shot back, tipping my head up. He was such a piece of ass. He turned, walking away only to freeze where he was. I saw him literally as if his soul was departing from his body. Was it a vampire thing?

On the other side of Souzou, Hannock hears from his army a ridiculous story. The crown prince lives? Absurd! He was the one who killed Zhemier, his blade dug in his chest! Why must that demon live again! "Are you certain of it, Agars?" Hannock's voice rumbled in the throne room. "Wasn't it just some kind of witchcraft?!" "No, my King. He has the same power you have. A snap of his fingers and one goes down. We would not retreat if we knew we weren't going to wind up dead on that land."

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

It was my duty to intervene, to ensure that justice prevailed. The Demon lord's followers, demon warlords, were creating chaos. The clash of swords and the roar of dragons filled the air as we fought valiantly against the enemy forces. This was just a minor fight, we had to weave out the evil. In the midst of the chaos, I locked eyes with the opposing prince, a mirror image of myself, burdened with his own responsibilities. At that moment, I saw the reflection of my own doubts and fears. We were not so different after all. " Prince Rex, it's nice to see you. You all wouldn't just mind your business. Our King has been reborn, he's far stronger than you can ever imagine. In no time, he would s

Isaac – or, Prince Thorne – was the rumored Lycan Prince. “Oh, god.” I swallowed thickly, looking down at my own stomach. I was pregnant with the Lycan Prince’s baby? “Oh, nothing too crazy.” Isaac hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk, “I just came here to find the mother of my pup, but from the looks of it, it seems like she’s in the middle of some drama which… I can’t imagine is good for our baby. So why don’t we all just take a breath and talk this out?”

Sure, there were many victims, but it would draw attention to be here. At least, that was my rationale until I saw Albert and even Isak. They weren’t together, but I was sure they were all here. Are they stalking me? No, that wouldn’t make any sense. I wouldn’t say I’m a nobody, but I’m also not someone they should want to go after. Unless they are idiots with death wishes. I’m the Bloodmoon Princess. If any of them tried to hurt me, Dad and all his allies would kill them in some very creative ways. Not that any interaction I’ve had with them made me feel that they wanted to hurt me. If anything, it’s more that they want to fuck me.

Her blood fell in perfect rhythm with the moon’s pulse. Bianca watched, every maternal instinct screaming, This is wrong. Yet her destiny, carved in prophecy and flame, would not release her. “Repeat after me,” Bianca commanded, though her voice faltered. “Blood to blood. Bone to bone.” “Blood to blood,” Luna echoed, her voice steady, “bone to bone.” “Crown of the serpent, release your throne.” The wind howled, tearing at their hair, their cloaks. The crown lifted slightly, defying gravity, a thin trail of blood connecting it to Bianca’s hand like a living tether.

My body shifted positions as I morphed into my Lycan wolf and with the spear in my hand, I growled, watching as the men all turned in my direction from several miles away. I lifted the spear in my hand. "Your Prince is dead! Surrender now or risk destruction!" ****** Hours later, I dipped my body into the cold brook, washing off the blood stain from my skin. Prince Aries' army had retreated and I believed they had been forced to do this from how fast they retreated. Slipping into clean clothes, I mounted my horse, closing my eyes as the morning sun hit my skin.