Princes Of The Blood Novels & Stories

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.

Yes, more like it " he said . He started walking, I stood there rooted on the floor, he faced me and this time I looked at him in the eyes . He walked back, I could not longer control my tears, it fell freely. Fate is so cruel, so I'm still going to be killed ??? I was as place as death immediately I heard him, He beckoned for me to walk with him, I dragged my feet towards him. But I thought he was saying something like bride?? I asked myself. Just then another guy came out, I realized he's the second prince, unlike prince Williams his eyes are red.... They both stared at themselves with contempt, no one needs to tell me they hate themselves.... Even the public is aware. But prince Williams

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.

Kingsley's mouth was twisted in a grimace as he muttered underneath his breath, an incantation in a language so ancient only the gods knew what was said. They pleaded for their lives as they continued to rise higher above the room. Kingsley's face was now emotionless as he stared at three of his older brothers, begging to be released. For a moment, his black eyes gazed up at the group hovering in the air. With a small flick of his wrist, the magic wrenched the princes and their wives in half, their blood painting the ceiling a vivid red. Only August and Gwendolyn were spared; Kingsley had thrown them to the other side of the room.

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!

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

“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.

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!