Seven Deadly Princes Novels & Stories

Once his army was complete, he was able to overthrow the governments of the world and establish his kingdom of bloodsuckers eight years ago. His army is controlled by the five Princes known as Malvado. They are rumoured to be the ones the King directly sired and are part of the original Pureblood vampires that graced the planet-Dante Rosetti, Simeon Akbar, Andre Castillo, William Rosewood, and Luca Perez. Together, they plunged the earth into complete ruin and as my luck would have it, one of them ended up being my master. ‘’Come along slave, waste no time,’’ Dante said tightly. The auction was over now and those who made purchases were settling accounts at the front desk.

The sound of the drums followed again, and behind the king appeared three young men and a beautiful girl with tufts of snow. For the screaming to rise again. "God, have mercy on me." Damontry rolled her eyes. She looked again at the princes to notice that they were only four, and bent down a little to whisper to Danielle. "They are four, where is the Fifth Prince!" No sooner had she finished her sentence than a huge gray wolf appeared in the middle of the princes. "Ladies and gentlemen, Your Highness, the Prince and Crown Prince, William Jong-in." In the palace where the bodies were swaying here and there and some classical music appears in the background.

It still burns faintly—not like pain this time, but like a promise. This curse started with death, but it will end with life. And when it does, the world will remember the prince who refused to die.

Sebastien let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “I’m a prince of Eldenwald, Arden. Happiness left me the day I was born.” I swallowed, hard. He went on, voice stable but carrying the cracks of truths we never said aloud. “If you still have any chance, any at all, with Cassandra, you should fight for it. I won’t let Father trap you like this.” The weight of his offer struck me deeper than he could ever realise. Sebastien had always been the quieter son. The more adaptable one. The one who bore burdens without complaint. But this,

Such boldness I thought getting furious, he is my man bitch stay far away. We came into the ballroom and his date strode out to the ladies, I walked to the lady's myself "She doesn't even deserve to be here, " a voice said "A low life trying to get what's not hers "another voice whispered "Did you see her throwing herself at the men, it's so obvious she came from the slum and is a worthless slut " "I bet she's stylishly giving them the idea she wanted to get fucked so badly by them " "She better watches her step because the prince. Is mine "

he thought. At that moment he caught a look of his own reflection on a glass window and couldn't help comparing them. It wasn't that the prince was ugly, it's just that he looks a bit....plain and boring so to speak. None of his features stand out as attractive. Unlike his royal siblings who all have their defining features.

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

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Everything we dreamed of, the ridiculous, far-fetched life we tried to build crumbling like sand through my fingers. “My name is Prince Kieran Alexander of Scarlett Thunder,” I rasp, taking the deepest breath I can against the pull and pinch of what must be freshly healed cracks in my ribs. “I go by Alex. My father is King Cole Alexander. Ten years ago, I killed the Queen of Crimson River. Last night, I killed her son.” I turn to look at the shocked group of shifters and gods or goddesses, whatever they are. “There is no one coming for me.”

This was why Helia had been so desperate to secure Orion's succession. Without her support, the crown would have fallen to a tyrant. Even now, Orion hasn't fully gained control over the Fourth Prince's supporters, who still eye the throne with greed. This internal fracture was the primary reason the Western peace faction was so dead-set against an external war. As for the Fifth and Sixth Princes, they were twins born with such weak wolves that they were lucky to have survived to adulthood. The Seventh Prince was only a twelve-year-old pup, but his mother's clan was allied with the Fourth Prince, making that faction even more formidable.