Seven Deadly Princes Novels & Stories

“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.”

Bella also let out a sigh of relief. “Every disaster, every calamity, every problems will be blamed on Wallace as a curse for the undead, and the emperor knows that he would avoid that at all costs. Thus, he crowned the seventh prince as the crown prince.” Wallace had a smile on his face. “Yes, seven brother would make a good ruler. He is a cunning and smart man. He would be able to lead the kingdom to prosperity and peace. Second brother is good with martial arts so he can protect him as well.”

At first, he had some thoughts about joining in the seventh prince alliance but soon he realised that his thoughts were nothing more than beautiful dreams, aside from climbing up ranks in the court, The seventh prince had a personality that was hard to deal with - with his personality it became harder and harder for Shen Ping to read him and thus, instead of joining alliances with the seventh prince, Shen Ping started to avoid him. He didn’t want to deal with the seventh prince, the last time he tried to deal with him, even with the third prince protection he lost a considerable amount of resources in the court as well as some of his loyal subordinates. Even now, he wasn’t able to get over t

It was the gate of hell. I was nervous, not sure how will I make it to the Hellbound sword from the hell Prince. Felix took my hand in his as he said in his soft voice-" As long as I am alive, nothing can hurt you" I wish I could feel the calmness he wanted me to have. I wish these words were said by Priam. But I had to take control of my feelings and focus on what I am here for. "Let's go..." I said as we walked in. Just a few steps after we saw the hellfire had been moulded the floor from where we can see the seven-floor. each one denotes one gate of the 7 princes of hell. We need to reach King Lucifer.

I spoke as I extended my hand to him. A simple and brief kiss, half a dozen words exchanged and the princes were emerging, one by one. Beelzebub was second and right behind him came Mammon who was accompanied by Belphegor. A sleepy and seemingly sly Belphegor. Alastor was the fifth to arrive and as soon as his lips touched the back of my hand, came Azazel who dragged with her the princess Kezabel. It was common for princes to be separated and treated like bombs about to explode - after all... they were too peculiar and too volatile to deal with each other. And how the hell could it be different when all 9 infernal princes were too eccentric for their own good?

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

The arduous journey to attain the main ingredient to counter its poison was another matter entirely as he was forced in a situation where he either pushed forward or die trying. If he was to assume the role of a prince.... No... Regardless of how it came to be, he was one by default. The contents of the books in the library had all praised the divinity and sovereignty of the royal lineage by their silver hair. As is, the outstanding colour of the blessings of the divine dragon had also been the downfall of many of the Kings of old as they stood out amongst their people due to such flashy hair. Yet, the reason as to why silver hair was prove of the royal lineage remained hidden in the transcr

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

Everyone fears them—and for good reason. Everyone knows of the pack that doesn’t have an alliance with any other pack, and now they are here to kill off their neighboring pack. They must have tricked Alpha Bishop into thinking he could get an alliance that no one else could, and he welcomed them in, only to have them destroy everything. I can’t even feel sorry for Alpha Bishop—he deserved it. Still, I find myself asking. “Why are you killing this pack? Not everyone is evil here.”

"My health is failing, and the kingdom needs security. Before I pass my crown, I must ensure your future. Today, you must choose one of my sons to be your husband. You will rule by his side as the future Luna." A cold shiver ran down Seraphina’s spine. Her hands trembled slightly beneath the fabric of her dark green gown. She looked at the four brothers standing in a row, all of them staring down at her. On the far left stood Prince Jaxon, the youngest. He had a lazy, arrogant smirk plastered on his face. He was a notorious playboy, treating women like disposable toys. Seraphina knew he would betray her before the wedding night even ended. Next to him was Prince Killian, the ruthless warrior