Princess Of Darkness Novels & Stories

Adrian’s confusion meant only one thing—he and his phoenix were one mind, one entity. “King Friedrich didn’t; his people did. The Dark Phoenix.” He explains, ruling out Blizzard from my theories. “So, this Dark Phoenix, who or what is it?” Adrian falls in silence, battling internally if he should disclose the kingdom’s obscure secrets. “It’s getting late. Alpha Xavier and I have a meeting early morning.” He stands up, extending a hand towards me. “Do you mind if I turn off the lights?"

As if she heard my inner perverted thoughts of her, Lyra looks up and smirks at me. This woman; my woman was made to sin, the twitch in my pants as me turning away the last thing I needed was a fucking bonner in front of our men. Lyra winks at me and licks her lips, and all I can think of is sticking my dick between they plump red naughty lips of hers; my Princess of darkness.

He is back! This time fiercer, faster and stronger, with only one thing in mind. Revenge! Prince of Darkness, Son of the beast, Nicklaus is back, and he has only one thing on his mind. Revenge! That's until he meets her. A woman who entices him beyond reason, but who also claims to be his wife. Surrounded by dark secrets and powerful enemies, Nicklaus must decide who to trust and who to destroy. Tiana experiencing heartbreak from her husband death decide to become strong and discover herself, her power by commencing a journey to the heart of crystal valley.

Snapping her fingers in the air, she then vanished in thin air leaving him groaning in pain. Zagan watched her leave. Pressing his right elbow on the ground, he steadied himself and tried to get up but failed. To make sure, he doesn’t recover, Kiora stabbed him with her bayonet, Darkness Fetcher which was one of her powerful and lethal weapons. The Princess of Darkness had lost her sanity. Her mind was flooded with Zachary and the only thing which she could see in front of her eyes was the bejeweled throne. She doesn’t even give a damn if this is going to be a titular marriage, all she wanted was power and position. Her patience had given up. She was tired of

"What are you? A serial killer? A wanted criminal? I really have a thing against men who are involved in crime so if you're one of them, you better spill your guts right now." I run my fingers over her face, pushing a few stray locks behind her ears. Funny how she thinks I'm just a serial killer or normal criminal. Princess, I'm the master of them all. "I'm…the darkness." "Excuse me?" I sink my weight further into her. "I'm the fucking darkness, princess. That is all you need to know." "Why?" I do not pretend to be oblivious to what she's asking. "Why I brought you here? Why I'm refusing to let you go?" Why I'm making the decision that I might never let you go?

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

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.

The Mistress of Shadows filled the doorway. Her black hair, sleek and straight, fell to her shoulders in a glossy wave. A long, delicate hand rested on the doorframe, slender fingers adorned with dark stones, glimmering with the life of subtle magic. Her skin was unnaturally pale as if she had not seen the sun in years. She cleared her throat. The girls scattered immediately, leaving Lyra alone in the woman’s shadow. Her dark cloak cascaded around her with an otherworldly fluidity. But it was her purple eyes so bright they glowed that chilled her spine. Lyra stood motionless, as the woman’s gaze raked over her with an unwelcoming scrutiny.

I can no longer go home with you. Everything faded into darkness. I must be dead now. If I die, everything will be buried with me. He will never know. He will go on with his life. Now he is the King of the Lycans, ruler of a great land. He has everything. He will be happy. Then suddenly, that familiar voice echoed again."Majori, Majori, wake up, wake up, can you hear me? Why is this happening? Rin, call the doctor, call the doctor now!"

An engagement ring that he had personally designed for his beloved, a blue Topaz in the middle of a simple silver bond. The Dark Prince was so excited that he did not even take the time to rest and hurried home. When he reached home, the Dark Prince was surprised his palace was dark and quiet. He slowly entered the opened gates with one hand on his sword as he prepared to take it out when needed. As he reached the main entrance of his palace, he froze to the spot where he was standing as he slowly took in what was standing before him. The Dark Prince fell on his knees as he saw the lifeless body of the first woman he had ever loved. Her body was nailed and tied on the makeshift cross and the