Prince Of The Blood Novels & Stories

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.”

There were a few small fish swimming around the reeds springing up from the ground beneath the shallow water. A set of ripples drew his attention. Something was dripping into the water steadily, causing ripples to diverge. The Prince realised the dripping liquid was not colourless like the water but a dark red. With each added drop, the thick red substance slowly turned the water pink. Was this the blood they had smelled? With one sniff, he confirmed it. Yes, it was one and the same. Hayden looked up to see the source of the blood. Hayden’s sharp intake of breath alerted Titan. The Beta rushed over to him. Titan looked at Hayden’s stiff posture. The Prince was clenching his hands into fists

spell took time to wear off. "What do you want?" He stared right at me. "If you're going to drink my blood, get it over with." "Drink your blood?" I chuckled. "Your Highness, you're underestimating your own value." I stood and walked to a bookshelf, brushing the dust from a heavy tome. "Look at these." I pulled out a copy of The Prince, its pages filled with notes in an ancient script. "Do you recognize this language?" Adrian frowned and shook his head.

The Prince of Blood could pick up the attributes of other Blood Energies and blend them with his! It was a fascinating ability, and one that had the Noble Vampires who possessed the power of Blood Energy - the Blood Filled Vampires - smiling widely. This meant that their Prince could grow infinitely as long as they kept feeding him their Blood Energy. He had the potential to grow stronger than his father!

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

he exclaimed when the young prince's eyes change form and even blend from darkness to one's bloody. What he didn't notice though was the blood that flow like river out of the body of the young prince disrupt the bluish light that trying to overturn the bloody and darkness. The blood flowing like river was strangely block and fail to conveyed by the fragment and to be reflected out as information to this very man that begun to feel the something was amass.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

No, the man was completely drained of all the blood he could have, and I could see his wolf claws extended like he had tried to shift but could not. I raised my curious gaze to the Prince’s again, and when his eyes met mine, there was no smirk adorning his face. Instead, he had a lazy expression of boredom as if he was waiting for the body to be wheeled away so he could slam the door to get rid of the jobless onlookers. Never taking my eyes off the Prince, I asked Adele rather shakily, “How did the assailant die?” “He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.”