The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

She looked up, to see a crowd yelling in front of her. She turned to Icran and watched him raise his hand, silence fell over the room. "Rebellion, the King is dead!" A cheer erupted from the room, screaming out in victory. "The Princess and Prince are still alive, a plague that must be wiped from the earth." With each shout from Icran, the crowd followed with a cheer, "We have starved, froze and liven in chaos for too long now! Down with monarchy!"

If he can find the Queen, he would be greatly praised by the Emperor. The Prince let his guard down and approached when Jake kept signalling him to get closer, but just as he squatted down to hear the message, Jake suddenly moved, his legs swept down, sweeping the Prince from his feet. He fell back on his head, hitting hard on the floor. Moving swiftly, Jake picked up his sword and jerked himself ontop of the fallen Prince, placing the sharp blade on his neck. "You lose, pal. Any last words?"

Celine snapped, this time my growl had everyone in the room quiet down and mother flinch as I stood up and walked toward a now panicked Celine. “Nathan, do not do something that you will regret” father warned, standing up from his chair as he saw me getting up, but I was surprised that Ashton beat me to the princess as he had his blade on her throat as he pushed her against the wall using wind, perks of being Deniz’s son. “Ashton” father warned, but Ashton didn’t flinch as he looked at the princess in the eye, even I froze not knowing what the prince will do.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

"When they taught you how to kill, you didn't think they were filthy." I wanted to yell or break, but instead, my voice sounded low and almost pained. “Then Belle will be covered in these nasty hands.” I gaze at his emotionless eyes, "Not if I kill you first." "You believe you can murder me? It's lovely coming from you.” "You believe I cannot?" “Only if you're willing to fall with me. You know me, Princess; I balance my giving and taking.” "So do I." "Really? How so?" "You think I'm unaware that you're currently engaged in a game?"

"With the Human Emperor here, what does a prince count as? Death is the only path! As I said, with the Human Emperor here, we are invincible! How could a prince be a match for the Mortal King? Prince, you are doomed to die! Today is the day we bury you!" "Prince, I hope you can see the current situation clearly... Do you think all of this is still within your expectations? You're doomed to die today! This is what I said! If you surrender quickly, then perhaps we will leave your corpse intact! As for your life, I absolutely can't leave it alive! The bloodline of the Immortal King is a scourge to the ImmortalRealm! You really can't be left alive!"

I could tell I would easily like her as I got to know her. “Sorry, er, Elizabeth,” he said losing track of what he was going to say. “Prince Eric has been poisoned,” the doctor said immediately. “How?” Elizabeth asked, as I sat up trying to understand what had happened. We both fought the same wolves. I did not feel ill, I thought to myself.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.