The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

Further down, near the back stairs, two younger maids carry folded linens between them, pretending not to listen but leaning ever so slightly toward the sound. By the time the whispers reach the kitchen, they’re no longer careful. A pot clangs against a counter as one of the cooks shakes her head, muttering to the butcher’s boy. “I’m telling you, cursed blood brings nothing but death. Remember what happened to the Luna of Hanbow Pack, they said was touched by dark magic? Gone within a year. Looks like this happened to the prince because of the Luna's connection with dark magic.” The butcher’s boy makes a face but doesn’t argue. The guards in the hall outside overhear, exchanging uneasy glanc

Two months later Adrian : please don't kill me I'm pleading please don't kill me Assassin : sorry Prince but you don't have a say in this. He cocked the gun and pointed it at the blood stained prince and pointed it on his forehead. He staggered backwards but the two guys at his back kicked him so hard that he fell down and hit his forehead against the ground. They dragged him up and his blood flowed down from his forehead covering his left eye. The assassin gave him a blow with his fist and his mouth began to bleed.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Absentmindedly, William stroked his hair as his thoughts started to wander to the past. *** "William, no matter what anyone says... You are the prince's son and you should keep your chin up. Your hair may be a slightly darker shade in comparison to your father but what matters is that your blood are the same. You are royalty." Lilith said to William as she stroked William's hair. William glanced up at his mother with wide teary eyes as he nodded silently. He had been called a bastard child due to his hair colour that didn't match his father despite being of royal blood by other children his age during his tea party with the nobles.

So much chatter! "Hey, demon man!!!" I called attention to him. But the fool didn't turn around. "Hey! You're the one who's feeling like a Prince here!! He hasn't turned to the demon yet. Thick!!" I shouted at him, he immediately turned around so I immediately punched him twice. One by one in my fists. "Oh?! And who the hell are you?!" he asked as he wiped the side of his bleeding lip with his hand. What?! "Hey, I should be asking you that. Who do you think you are huh?!" I said while slapping him twice and I also quickly kicked him in the knee after kicking his balls so that he was directly down and still gaping.

Raeyan… he is a very domineering person. “To answer your first question… that night which is the eve of the princess’s birthday…” Vira spoke. “That night, everyone was enjoying the banquet when someone suddenly assassinated the king.” She said. “Everything happened too fast. As the king, naturally he would still have people to guard him even if he was having some entertainment. So the king also has his own guards that night. Yet – “ she lowered her head. “The king was still killed.” Zedrick muttered. “Yes…” Vira nodded. “Because, later, I found out that the assassin appeared out of thin air. As if – “ she pressed her lips tight. “ – he has the power of space.” She said.

My crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flared with a dangerous, ancient intensity that forced every surviving noble to gasp for air under the sudden, immense weight of my majesty. Beta Vance marched through the ruined double doors, his face blackened by soot, his heavy broadsword sheathed at his hip as he led a contingent of six Bloodmoon executioners dragging the prince’s primary chemical engineer by his velvet collar. They threw the man down at the base of the dais, his rich robes tearing against the shattered marble.

"Look closely. Your mark is long gone." Damon froze, his hand reaching out as if to touch the spot. I flinched away. "I had it removed two months ago," I said, my voice steady. "Damon, there's nothing left between us." He was still staring, muttering in disbelief. "How could you... It's not fair..." A laugh escaped my lips. "Fair? Damon, I was your blood slave. There was never anything fair between us." "You're only this angry because you've lost a convenient blood bag and a warm body to take to bed. You're a vampire prince. You'll find plenty of new toys."

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f