Prince Of The Blood Romane & Geschichten

My crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flared with a dangerous, ancient intensity that forced every surviving noble to gasp for air under the sudden, immense weight of my majesty. Beta Vance marched through the ruined double doors, his face blackened by soot, his heavy broadsword sheathed at his hip as he led a contingent of six Bloodmoon executioners dragging the prince’s primary chemical engineer by his velvet collar. They threw the man down at the base of the dais, his rich robes tearing against the shattered marble.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

When the time comes, everything will be ready, even Romeo. - I would never consider being your heir, but the kingdom is at risk of being conquered by a clan other than the "Blood." I have a solution for that. Vlad begins to understand his uncle's move but gives him space to continue. - My great-grandson is a Blood. He is a prince in a direct collateral line from your grandfather. He has the education of a prince, is 30 years old, and has a beautiful companion who did not accompany him because she was recovering from having a child. He is of your blood, and you should make him your royal heir.

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

he pointed up his index finger, “A few are more immortal than others. For instance, I. I doubt you can kill me with any of your weapons. And he, you have no idea who he is, don’t you?” “He’s the crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas. The vampire prince, that’s what we all know.” “True. But that’s a disguise. Let me ask, do you know how old he is?” “About 150 years old.” “Wrong,” he announced. “By the way, your friend here did not simply go a hunting trip. He has forgotten what actually occurred.”

Prince realized the governor was far too powerful and that all of his power came from that one secret room, therefore Prince reasoned that if the room was destroyed, the governor would perish. At 12:01 a.m., Prince entered the room with a gallon of gasoline. Unfortunately, Sir Owura Bismark was worshiping his god. After around thirty minutes, he drank a cup full of human blood from a virgin girl to replenish his power so that he could deal with Prince without difficulty. The prince was hiding behind the secret room's wall, where the governor couldn't see him. After he departed, Prince poured petrol into the room and lit it on fire. Because there was no light in that area, there was no possib

he almost whispered. “Oh!” I gasped. “My half-brother is also a prince from a very strong lineage. He is of both Mannador royalty and Kurr royalty. The Mannador males inherit and it’s my understanding King Orvis is trying to change the laws of Kurr in the same way. If that is the case, it makes him quite a catch in the galaxy.” “I should say,” I agreed. After a moment of silence, I looked at Drake and panic filled me. Oh no… it couldn’t be!

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b