Seven Deadly Princes Novels & Stories

Tails were forming behind him and the pain within the Princes increased. The room was slowly cracking and the ground were cracking too with the skin of the Five Princes. Blood was flowing in the room and no one was spared except the king's men whose eyes were glistening with blue too and a tail could be seen mingling around behind them while another one was slowly forming too. The princes already had six tails behind them and it was radiating with a very bright blue but it wasn't helping them in any way and they feared they wouldn't last a minute longer if the King's killing spree continued.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

I met his eyes in the mirror, watching the last stylist pin a final silver thread into my hair. “No,” I said calmly, “because I’m not attending this welcome ceremony for them.” I turned to face him fully, the midnight gown swishing against the marble floor. “I’m attending because I am Princess Evelyn Voss, heir to the Lycan throne. This night is about showing the continent who I’ve become—not about dredging up people who belong locked in my past.” A faint, cool smile curved my lips. “Alexander Thorne and Scarlett Hale? They’re not worth my time anymore.”

Annia’s eyes glow the faintest violet in the dark, urging me on. ‘The first Prince of London lasted a single moon cycle without his mate. On the next new moon, he gathered all of his various progeny and forced them to describe what they would do if they could rule. He killed eight of them for their answers, and then gave the remaining ones power over each of the major human settlements. He gave his youngest progeny the same orders that the former queen had given him before she passed on—to consume his heart and become the Prince of London.

Instead of moving straight for the werewolf section of the palace, having to pass through other sections, Geran came out of the Mansion area completely before making his way out of the outer wall. He then proceeded to go around it. He was a prince and one of the most astounding magic equipment He and Kal had been given as princes was the Undetected one. As princes, it was only right that they are allowed to go anywhere they wanted without being detected. Seconds went by, and the second Geran jumped back in over the outer wall at the section of the werewolves he could already hear murmurings and the loud footsteps of the Werewolf Knights around him. “Looks like the security over here is even

Sebastian bowed before King Richard and said, "Your highness, my queen, I bring good news. The message from the shaman says that, yo will have a daughter and she would find favor in the eyes of anyone who sees her. She will be the most beautiful princess who ever lived and will be extremely kind. All the young men will queue up just to get a glimpse of her and kings and nobles will desire her to become their bride. However, the one who will get her heart will be the strongest and most powerful in the whole world. Yes your highness, the princess will get married to the strongest warrior of her time and he will protect her from all forms of danger." King Richard stood up and happily hugged Seb

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

“Still hurts, huh?” “Like a fucking bitch, yeah.” “Prince Troy, Prince Joel…oldest born sons of the mighty kings.” “Ugh,” Troy and Joel grunted as one. Surprised, they looked at each other and started to laugh like a couple of crazed hyenas. The witch’s lips twitched. “The gods sent me. I already found the other three princes. Eduard, son of King Harold of the North. Magnus, son of King Athelwulf of the West, and Gadrial, son of King Johnathan of the South-East.”

DIANA “No... no, this has to be a mistake!” Lisa screamed. She started shaking her head violently, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the scroll in mother’s trembling hands. “What is the Supreme King thinking? Out of all the princes, why him? Why the Dark Prince?!” She grabbed my hands, her fingers digging deep into my skin.“Diana, he has killed every single woman that has ever gone close to him! Everyone knows it! He’s a monster who killed his own mother when he was just ten years old!”

“Well, I kind of know how Arma feels about Prince Lexus because of the Vella thing.” “Yeah, that experience with him wasn’t the best. Cade is my friend you know and there still isn’t anything I can do. Prince Lexus abuses his power and doesn’t care enough about the people closest to him.” I had a completely differ perspective than Arma. “I don’t think much of him. I don’t know Princess Hannah too much outside of rumors, but I like what I know.”