The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

He has not yet had to stare death in the face, he still has a modicum of hope. “If you truly surrender, pay restitution for your theft.” The Prince declares. “I will happily give all the money I have, though it is not much.” “I have no desire for your coin, peasant. Your coin is insignificant to me.” The Prince sneers. “What can I give your majesty to prove my loyalty.” The Prince looks to his cousin, standing in the crowd of observers in court. “Your life.” The Prince replies flatly, a hint of boredom in his tone. Before the words can even register, his throat is slit and his blood stains the floor.

No, the man was completely drained of all the blood he could have, and I could see his wolf claws extended like he had tried to shift but could not. I raised my curious gaze to the Prince’s again, and when his eyes met mine, there was no smirk adorning his face. Instead, he had a lazy expression of boredom as if he was waiting for the body to be wheeled away so he could slam the door to get rid of the jobless onlookers. Never taking my eyes off the Prince, I asked Adele rather shakily, “How did the assailant die?” “He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.”

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.

His sword slipped from his hand. Before him, they all stood. Silent. Dressed in black. There was no triumph in their faces. This wasn't victory. It was cleansing. Order through blood. "The throne is no longer yours," one whispered. Kael raised his head. His crimson eyes still burned. And then, he said only: "It was never yours. And as long as you serve the new ruler— it never will be." The final blow struck his heart. The demon prince collapsed, the cold, damp earth swallowing his body.

Looking at the hundreds of blood spears floating in the air, they couldn’t help but take a step back. “This... ” “I applaud your bravery. As a reward, I’ll end your lives painfully” The prince stated calmly, as if killing someone was nothing. “Stop! I accept your offer! Just stop what you're trying to do!” Venedict who was silent a few minutes ago to recover shouted in panic. At first, he thought he could get out of this situation with the help of his comrades but he didn't expected for the prince to be this powerful. “A wise choice!” The prince complimented with a bright smile. He finally managed to convince him to become his servant. The blood needles he augmented seconds ago dispersed lik

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

The world just went on slow motion and I hated it. His eyes went to my foot, having me stare down to see a pool of blood which had collected. I was such a disaster. My hand bleeding, my foot bleeding, seemed I was addicted to bleeding. The prince stared at it for a moment before staring back up to my eyes. “ Try not to kill yourself in the time being.” He added, that arrogant ass. “ You try not to die in the time being.” I shot back, tipping my head up. He was such a piece of ass. He turned, walking away only to freeze where he was. I saw him literally as if his soul was departing from his body. Was it a vampire thing?

Once outside, she unsheathed the dagger and raised it up to the prince's throat. "I smell the greed on you. The lust for the kill," she said, exerting just enough pressure to break skin and draw a tickle of blood before she felt Prince Dean's Gun dig into her ribs. "Why not do it yourself?" Prince Dean returned her murderous glare with one of his own, dragging his tongue across his smirking lips before he stepped back and reholstered his gun. He removed his pocket square and wiped away the blood. "I may be a heartless, traitorous dick, but I don't kill family," said the prince, taking several steps forward before pushing up against Mary and whispering against her lips, "Plus I'm not stupid,

He groaned, trying to pick the sword again but one of the Ravens kicked it away from him. His red eyes snapped towards the Raven man and he froze in shock, he didn't believe when the other men were murmuring that the Prince's eyes were red but now, staring at those blood hungry red eyes - he believed with every drop of blood in his heart muscle. Before he could turn back, the sword pierced through his stomach and he fell down dead. Even as the Ravens are very afraid, they knew they had to bring him down no matter what situation the atmosphere might be in. The full moon wasn't helping matters for the Prince as his blue eyes fluttered to his red. From blue to red, red to blue, blue to red. Vei