Seven Deadly Princes Novels & Stories

“W – What?” I swallowed at the abrupt statement. Did he hear me arguing with Mary? “Seth killed himself. I did not kill him, in case you were wondering.” I blinked at the cold and callous way he spoke of his brother’s death. In the public eye, Seth was the fair prince, the man who would inherit the throne and lead the kingdom to greater heights after his father. On the other hand was Killian, the opposite of Seth. He was the dark prince, the man we all sighed about, knowing he would never inherit his father’s throne. He had the makings of a dictator, a cold-blooded killer who came back victorious in every war.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

I hadn’t been sure how no one knew which and then how they got away with the things they do. “What’s that mean?” he asked. “Well, some of the whispers I heard call you the Princes of Ravenwood. It just seems like a bit much,” I explained, pointing my chopstick with sashimi on it at him as I talked. Before I could bring the bite to my mouth, he ate it. “Mhm. Well, that’s just because of our family,” he shrugged. “And that means?” I furrowed my brow, annoyed he took my food. “And stop stealing my food. I’m not trying to feed you,” I grumbled.

"Mate, what does that mean?" He suddenly parked the car. "Princess, this is actually not the right place and right time to tell you all these but I have to if I don't want to keep you in the dark anymore. Paradise Creek……" "Is a pack of werewolves," I completed his statement for him. "Not just that Babe, it's a home of mystic creatures except Vampires" he replied. "How much do you know, Princess?" "You're a werewolf and so are Tommy and Ivy as well as Liam, I think I just found that out right now,"

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. “Five gold coins.” Sebastian said bidding lower than what he had initially wanted to buy her for, Damien on the other hand was still very quiet and still waiting for the right time to let people know that he was here. “Five gold and one silver coins.” Said the old Lord Benedict, Prince Damien noticed the gleam on his face, he was probably thinking of what he had planned for the girl, one would think at this age he w

Then him. I had heard the descriptions. Silver-haired. Crimson-eyed. Cold. Empty. Born without a soul. The noble children at the market talked about the Crown Prince the way they talked about war: with equal measures of fascination and terror and the comfortable certainty that it was something that happened to other people. I had pictured something monstrous. Something immediately, obviously wrong. I had not pictured a boy.

therefor he didn’t fear that, but he feared what the king was going to reply, knowing that the humans could not take out the werewolves, vampires, and witches on their own, they would be needing help, a lot of it, if the kings did decided to declare a war, at first, the messenger wondered why the princes had declared a war against their families, then when he heard the people, when he saw the people of the different kingdoms and how they were struggling, the messenger understood, the humans were blessed with having Prince Nathan and Princess Kiara ruling over them, they were blessed that Prince Ashton and Princess Grace were always there taking care of their needs, that Prince Sebastian and

"How can I face Father with our youngest brother who is no longer alive?" The voice of the first Prince trembled. We are now surrounded by Prince Ravi who is sitting while holding Prince Nesh who has passed away. Of the four, Prince Ravi was the most affected. He blames himself for the death of the youngest Prince. He said he could not save it and let it perish. Earlier the Prince had been crying incessantly and trying to talk to his brother's cold corpse. He could not accept that it had passed away.

He looks back at her as he throws back the question. “Should I need to know, if all I want to see is how its victim falls into dread because of it?” Satisfied with his answer as they both have the same thought and desire to experiment on it towards their unknowing prey. She smiles as she gladly explains. “Greed and Pride. Two of the seven deadly sins and the representatives of the two known Princes of Hell, or so everyone claims it.”

“My brothers.” “Some are. Some are…” She hissed softly. “I’m not allowed to voice my opinions of them.” “I’m not officially the Princess of Absalom. We can still gossip like commoners.” I whispered to her, and she giggled. “There are five princes. Two are married. The three youngest are unmarried.” She began. “The oldest is the nicest.” “And the most cruel?” “The youngest. He is not cruel or ruthless, but he is… a real elite.”