Prince Of Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

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?”

I gestured to my dad as I spoke. “I am compassionate, like my mother, when the situation requires it. I am fearless like my father. I am a strategist like my uncle. I am deadly like my aunt. I am a badass like my stepmother.” I proclaimed, gesturing to Uncle John, Aunt Sarael, and Aurelia. “I am Hana Kimiko Kinsley, Princess of Bloodmoon. And you…” I pointed at him. “Are no one to me.” On that final proclamation, I turned on my heel and headed inside. I didn’t want or need to witness what would happen to Miyazaki. Albert and Dad would dispatch with him. I didn’t know if it would be swift and honestly didn’t care. Let them make him suffer.

said Mike in a loud voice and Zee looked at him sharply as he said. "I told you I'm not the stupid creature that you killed before because I was able to control my strength even my own mind and look at my mother is also a Hybrid creature even though the Vampire blood in my body is much thicker but I'm still the crown prince of Lord Kevin with Lady Henzie " he said which was able to silence the questions of everyone who was there. Kevin cracked a smile hearing his son's firm explanation and the man took one step forward while clasping his chest and he said.

“He’s made his decision. He’s a prince...he’s the crown...” Nadai’s laugh cracked, brittle as broken glass. “He’s Kael,” she said. “He’s still just Kael. The boy who pulls the world onto his shoulders and then dares anyone alive to take a piece of it away. The boy who forgets, every single time, that he’s made of blood.”

I twisted my head to the side, hiding my face in the croak of his neck lightly as Inhaled his scent. “What’s wrong with her?” I heard Logan’s voice asked in the room. Prince grabbed my shoulder and grip off the spot where his brother had beaten me before staring back at Logan, anger evident in his eyes. “He drank too much from her. She needs blood” “Blood?” Logan asked hesitantly before lifting his hand to his chest absently with a conflicted look in his eyes. I wish I can change who I was. I truly wish I can recover without drinking blood to do so. I know blood is painful to give and even more painful when it’s forcefully taken from someone and leaving you empty like a shell.