Prince Of The Blood Novels & Stories

L asked, his red eyes blinking at me. I sighed and set aside my glass of blood on a nearby table. "Everything didn't go as planned L. The prince actually apologized for her sake. He must really want to keep her to himself. He probably wants her blood all to himself so he would become powerful." L shook his head. "I know the prince well. It doesn't seem like all he wants is her blood. I fear the prince might be falling for Kate just as his father the king fell for a human in the past." L scrunched up his face in disgust. "I should have known he would show his true colors sooner or later."

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

But even then he doesn't react, so I continue to move closer, slowly. Still nothing. I'm right beside him now, standing just over him, and yet he's just lying there, so still and shirtless. I'd think he was dead if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He looks so peaceful, like he doesn't have a single care in the world. Well he is a prince of the Bloodfang pack, and the cruel prince no less. Such horrible things I've heard about him. The amount of blood on his hand would force anyone to keep their distance.

Lura replied, readying the needles she would use. The Prince didn’t answer. Lura began sketching the symbol of the black kingdom—a red flame. He had asked for it to encircle his neck, and so she did. Elder Lura carefully drew the design on the smooth, pale skin of the Prince’s neck. His eyes remained closed, as if calming his mind. Then she began piercing the skin with the needles. She noticed how the Prince winced at each prick. Small beads of blood emerged from the tiny wounds, making her swallow hard. The scent of the Prince’s blood was so tempting that she wanted to drink it to quench her thirst. "You seem tempted by my blood," the Prince said softly, eyes still closed. Elder Lura paused

Before his voice came at me again, breathier. “Not you Olivia, you and your witness will stay back. Gallagher, send word for the light moon elders immediately.” He growled, looking every bit the powerful king he was as he stood in his dark suit with the gold sash draped around his waist holding the crossed sword I was sure was still stained with blood from his fight earlier. Had Igor opened the gates for the shadowlings as well? I swallowed thickly, locking gazes with the prince and snapping the mask of a smile back around my fave before the man looked away, not smiling back, but not sneering either.

“Jenny get her in the car she doesn’t know he’s here to get her,” Jenny grabs my arm and pulls me toward the car and I jerk my arm free. “Jenny, I'm sorry. But I can’t go with you,” Jenny frowns and her lips part as the driver steps out and walks to the rear door. “Lily, the Lycan Prince is here. He’s come to take you..” “Home,” I cut her off and her frown deepens. “Home? Did you just say home, As in his home?” She asked and I nodded.

“You are mine, and it is your blood that I will lick from my teeth when this is finished.” Barely a moment passes before the prince responds, throwing himself as far from Sinclair’s grasp as he can as Sinclair takes a mighty swipe at him, the claws growing from the edges of his fingertips as he moves. A chase begins, with the Prince moving away from Sinclair as quickly as he can and shifting as he goes. Sinclair gives chase like lightening, taking his own gigantic wolf form to face the prince’s.