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He knew his own abilities. “What do we have here? A battle ground is no place for a child. Are you looking for your doll, little ‘girl’?" The high ranked demon mocked and taunted Damon. “I am the prince of hell and I am here for your head," Damon said pointing his sword at the direction of the demon's face. The demon made mocking laughter: “I am sorry 'princess' but you do look like a girl. Are you sure you ain't one?" The demon kept mocking Damon based on his beautiful physical appearance.

Emorie glanced at me, “Okay now you’re starting to scare me. You really know nothing about our world, did you? Cormac Graves? As in Prince Cormac Graves?” “So he’s a prince?” “Not just any prince.” She corrected, “He’s the Lycan prince of the realm. King Killian’s son.” Oh! “Yeah,” She said, taking in my expression, “He’s royalty, but we all call him the devil prince, or in other words, Chaos.” Chaos. I tested the word on my tongue. “Why Chaos?” “Because he’s like... the God of destruction.” Emorie waved her hands all over the place, “I don’t even know how to put it, but he’s… intense.”

She only hoped they would be able to walk away in the wretched arena without a single scratch – she truly hoped. “I GIVE YOU the Nether World’s prince, heir to the Prideful Territory and the only offspring of our demon king Lucifer the Prideful, Damon the Prideful!” The plump goblin merchant announced over the podium as soon as he saw the silhouette of the Halfling prince appeared. His thin chapped lips crack a full-blown grin when his eyes met with a pair of lilac orbs from the lower bleachers. The grin on his lips widened when he watched the agonizing footsteps of the Halfling prince towards the center of the arena.

Absentmindedly, William stroked his hair as his thoughts started to wander to the past. *** "William, no matter what anyone says... You are the prince's son and you should keep your chin up. Your hair may be a slightly darker shade in comparison to your father but what matters is that your blood are the same. You are royalty." Lilith said to William as she stroked William's hair. William glanced up at his mother with wide teary eyes as he nodded silently. He had been called a bastard child due to his hair colour that didn't match his father despite being of royal blood by other children his age during his tea party with the nobles.

I can only imagine where they are going. The moment that they are out of sight, my knees buckle. I am aware of the number of people staring at me, but for me, it did not matter. That is because the man who just left a while ago is a demon. The fifth demon prince of Hell—Asmodeous, the demon prince of lust.

While Luciano's authority speak volumes! He can't even utter a single word. They are dimension apart. ________________ 'Luciano Moretti, ' is the Future Alpha Leader of 'Blood Moon Pack ' and son of the former Alpha Leader. A terrifying leader on his youth. He had only heard the name, yet somehow he always got goosebumps hearing that name. 'Dylan Moretti ', is scariest then Luciano.

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

Sindy Vampire Hunter Point of View “ We are left with one hour to receive our very important guest please make sure you do not embarrass me or our kingdom . “ I overhear Prince George and his uncle talking about what is to happen today . It seems Prince George is still not determined to marry the princess chosen for him while the uncle is also determined to get Prince George and the chosen Princess get married. I overhear his uncle shut down every question Prince George asks about his parents but firmly manipulate him into marrying the Princess for the sake of the kingdom that is unaware that the future King is a vampire terrorizing them .

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

The door slams shut behind him, leaving the room in a tense, suffocating silence. Prince turns to me, his chest heaving, anger still burning in his eyes. But then something shifts—his gaze sharpens, realization dawning—and his fury reignites tenfold. “Delanie?” he hisses, his tone venomous. “That was fucking Delanie?” I rub my temples, exhaling a long breath. “Yes, Prince, that was Delanie. He’s useless, drunk, and—” “And you’re fucking entertaining him?” Prince cuts me off, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea what his family’s done to mine? Do you even care?”