The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

He also has dozens of young concubines living in his chambers to appease his strangest sexual desires. He is selfish lunatic, yet he is the one most expected to be the heir of Elowen's crown. He assertively picks one of the knives from the platform then proceeds to graciously make a small cut on his palm then squeezes a few drops of his foul blood over the chalice set upon the threshold. With baited breaths the kings, queens and nobles wait for the crown's light to turn white. But it doesn't! Flabbergasted, Prince Elon makes a larger than normal cut this time, almost impaling his entire wrist and screaming in the process. But the jewel retains it's red light despite his blood pouring into th

Abass just raised his hands to unleash his long sword, which was an old battle method. Prince remained calm and summoned his bully sword. The throng applauded their young future ruler as his sword appeared with bursts of light in his hands. shouted Abass Your Majesty, do you want to watch how I'm going to kill your only male son if you don't advise your only son to stop fighting with me? His Majesty remained silent and unresponsive. He focussed his sight on them in order to counsel his son. Prince jumped higher in the air and turned into a butterfly. It was fascinating and endearing.

the prince cursed, dropped his sword. The weapon melted into the sand. The prince covered his face with his now free palms. When he removed them blood decorated his palms and atop his mouth. “Damn it!” The first sign of anger and frustration displayed on the prince's face. “I told you I had a date. How the fuck am I going to show up with a bloody nose?” Guardian Torus dropped his weapons. “Oh, a date?” An executive in the corner—I had not noticed until now—handed both men a washcloth. The prince tilted his face to the ceiling. Guardian Torus dabbed at his sweaty face.

We’ve been fighting for months. I’ve lost more men in this battle than I’ve lost over the course of my entire life. Granted, by fae standards, I’m not old, but still, this last year has been bloody and gruesome. As I slide Lightning Wielder through the body of one of my brethren, now dark from Lorelai’s influence, I watch as his eyes go from the opaque white back to a soft brown. “Thank you, My Prince.” He whispers and I slide my sword out of his body which falls to the ground in a dead heap.

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered. The sound of Prince's furious growl mixed with the howl of Victory echoed in Black Lotus' main headquarters. Prince's head turned to the side, where enemy number one was preparing to fire a bullet. However, before that happened, Prince first jumped high to the side of his body and then bit his hand until it was cut off. The sound of screaming pain makes Prince more happy, as evidenced by the canines that have been stuck in his neck and then bite him until his head is cut off. Prince's wolf snout carries the head of traitor number one and then throws it fa

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

Jin Jian: Let go? Emperor: No….. Jin Jian:..... Speechless, with just that one word the mighty Secon Prince Jin Jian had to admit defeat. Jin Jian blushed as he snuggled back into his embrace not bothering to put up a fight regardless of the fact that he had not put up any resistance, to begin with.

Feeling and seeing the blood dripped from the knife into the amulet and the symbol engraved there blazed with a red the dark flames than before pulsing with a strange white light. The light shot in the direction of the prince with groping fingers that pierced his chest and went through his entire body, tearing him apart. Though he was strong, he was not prepared for the pain. As for now, when he was a screamed prisoner when his body suddenly ignited with a rash that burned his skin, then he collapsed to the ground. He reached out for cover, but could only faintly scratch the cold, white tiles on the floor. When the prince, who saw him, helpless, when both Agustina and her brother attacked Ka

A pungent, rancid smell filled the air, thick and choking. Prince Ron instinctively covered his nose, grimacing. "Ugh why does it stink so much?" he asked, his voice muffled through his hand. "It’s blood," Prince Kayziel replied nonchalantly as his pearl rolled into the bloodstained circle. "How do you expect it to smell after being here for four days? I planned this on the day of the hunting competition but you and Zedekiel just had to disappear. It’s alright, though. There’s nothing in the books that says the blood has to be fresh. The necessary sacrifices have already been made. You just need to give up your body to me."