Prince Of The Blood Novels & Stories

Even then, he had tried to crawl to me. As blood rolled down his face, and his head bashed in…he had tried to reach me. But the sea carried him away. His blood was not like my blood. The sea hadn’t managed to wash it away completely. It lingered in the water, like a crimson spot, and it kept spreading. Then a moment came… When it felt like my heart had stopped. It felt like someone had ripped it out of my chest. I heard warriors yelling that the Prince had died. His body was now a part of the sea. He was born to rule it, but it had become his grave.

The Crown Prince frowns, reaching for his glass. As he does, the servant behind him – a tall man, too well-built for a server – draws a stiletto blade from his sleeve. I gasp, skittering back a little even as one of my hands reaches out for the prince. But there’s nothing I can do as the servant draws the blade raw across the Crown Prince’s throat. The Prince’s eyes go wide as blood spills down his front, his hand falling away from the cup, as he gasps and slumps forward.

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.

What if we help put a tyrant worse than your father on the throne? — Calm down, Noah! — Oh Andrew, sorry I'm talking too much! — Everything is fine! Do you know what I think? The Prince has the blood of Moriam and Sattir running in his veins, as well as being of the bloodline of the Great Wolf, the founder of Ascabaltt. So it's not possible that he's a bad character! — It is true! We continued talking for a long time until it got completely dark. The blanket was already lined on the floor when I lay down, soon after he did the same, but taking a distance.

"Few know of the blood curse that has plagued the princes for nearly twenty years." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Dante shot me a panicked look. "A curse that would have claimed their immortal lives," she said, voice breaking with theatrical emotion. "If not for a miracle. If not for the return of the lost prince." The room erupted in confused whispers. I scanned the crowd for Raven, needing to see her reaction, but couldn't spot her crimson dress among the sea of faces.

" “Wait… what did you say the seventh prince being the tribrid?” “Yes princess your husband is a demon tribrid, he has blood of a vampire, werewolf and a witch with demon blood too. He has a blood of a Drektus that is why the Drektus queen wanted his blood as a key opponent in freeing herself. The second one is the phoenix witches blood not just any phoenix witch but royal one. The previous alpha didn’t manage to kill the seventh prince and that why the queen killed him and went to manipulate the crown prince who already hated your husband.”

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

Tears stung her eyes as she watched her brother groan in excruciating pain. "Please stop this! She turned around to gaze at the men that she wagered a bet with, but they were gone; she then turned around, her gaze resting on her brother. "Boooooh! The crowd, especially the ladies, was not happy the handsome man was hurt. Glauber was furious; he raised the club to strike William on his head, but the latter rolled away on the sand, the dust covering his face and sand gluing to his hair. No one seemed to have realized William was a prince; it was a local pit for the commoners. None of them would have guessed a royal was being beaten to a pulp right in front of them.