Novel & Cerita Prince Of The Blood

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.

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?

The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered. The sound of Prince's furious growl mixed with the howl of Victory echoed in Black Lotus' main headquarters. Prince's head turned to the side, where enemy number one was preparing to fire a bullet. However, before that happened, Prince first jumped high to the side of his body and then bit his hand until it was cut off. The sound of screaming pain makes Prince more happy, as evidenced by the canines that have been stuck in his neck and then bite him until his head is cut off. Prince's wolf snout carries the head of traitor number one and then throws it fa

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

“Not a king yet, micuța mea. There are those who do not wish to see me sit on the throne. They would do whatever it takes to defeat me. Even if it means hurting the most precious thing to me.” She frowned. “ And... what does that has got to do with me?” His eyes was pure emotion. Almost teary and staring deep into her eyes with so much intensity that practically causes her throat to dry and her heart almost stop beating. She was quite surprise to see the faint gold flecks in his light diamond blue eyes. It didn’t seem real to her because such colour eyes would only exist in movies but this man, this vampire prince seems to prove to her that everything she never thought had exist was somehow

“ Welcome back your majesty! “ The voice from somewhere made us stopped. I explored my sight and saw a woman that’s quite beautiful at his back. But the word ‘your majesty' made me realize that he have the blood of a royalty. Crap! Does that mean,--------------- “ He’s the prince of the Vampires? But if he is, then he have a family? But where are they now? “

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

He groaned, trying to pick the sword again but one of the Ravens kicked it away from him. His red eyes snapped towards the Raven man and he froze in shock, he didn't believe when the other men were murmuring that the Prince's eyes were red but now, staring at those blood hungry red eyes - he believed with every drop of blood in his heart muscle. Before he could turn back, the sword pierced through his stomach and he fell down dead. Even as the Ravens are very afraid, they knew they had to bring him down no matter what situation the atmosphere might be in. The full moon wasn't helping matters for the Prince as his blue eyes fluttered to his red. From blue to red, red to blue, blue to red. Vei

He also has dozens of young concubines living in his chambers to appease his strangest sexual desires. He is selfish lunatic, yet he is the one most expected to be the heir of Elowen's crown. He assertively picks one of the knives from the platform then proceeds to graciously make a small cut on his palm then squeezes a few drops of his foul blood over the chalice set upon the threshold. With baited breaths the kings, queens and nobles wait for the crown's light to turn white. But it doesn't! Flabbergasted, Prince Elon makes a larger than normal cut this time, almost impaling his entire wrist and screaming in the process. But the jewel retains it's red light despite his blood pouring into th

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.