The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

Everything from the beginning. She gasped. "I also remember the accident. Thankfully, that was brushed up fast, he probably had something to do with that, too.” She gave me a look of comfort, rubbing my hand. "You've really been through it because of him. At least the girls didn't try to do anything after. They just let you be.” I sighed. "I'm happy they did. I'm not sure if I'd have been able to do anything to save myself.” I did find it interesting that they left me alone so quickly. Considering I was caught with their precious ‘prince,’ surely I'd get more consequences? Not like I wanted any.

I huff, grabbing a barrel, walking out and making my way to the small well that they had dug into the ground. We're still more miles away from the Captial, the safety that everyone would want, yet, they had us settle here. Maybe as baits for the monsters that lurks inside the canopy. It's still surprising that there aren't any rogue attacks out here during the day, which makes me wonder what kind of atrocity kept them at bay. I return with the bucket, throwing the water into a trough that the Smith uses to wash the metals before placing them into the fire. "The Prince is the deceased King's uncle. He was at Asroth when he heard the news. He's the only one left of the Royal bloodline"

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

I avoided silver-coated substances because I knew it would make me weak, considering I haven't been training since we came to the South. I peeked at the prince once again and realised his hand was bleeding. I dropped the pieces of clothing that I was holding and walked to him. "Are you okay?"I asked him.I took his hand into mine and examined it carefully. Hades and Monalisa walked towards us to see what was going on.Hades raised his brow and Monalisa frowned at the sight of blood. "I'm okay, it will heal in no time."The prince said and pulled his hand from mine then turned his back on me.

But even then he doesn't react, so I continue to move closer, slowly. Still nothing. I'm right beside him now, standing just over him, and yet he's just lying there, so still and shirtless. I'd think he was dead if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He looks so peaceful, like he doesn't have a single care in the world. Well he is a prince of the Bloodfang pack, and the cruel prince no less. Such horrible things I've heard about him. The amount of blood on his hand would force anyone to keep their distance.

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

he said with a grin, before placing his forehead against mine and I sighed, breathing his scent into my lungs like my favorite fragrance. “I will kill the both of you” King Roman growled angrily lifting his hand as though to strike us and I expected the Prince to stop him but instead he seemed to just stand there as though waiting for the attack. “Give up already, father. You have already been defeated” “You still call me father” King Roman said, laughing and coughing through his injuries. “You are even more pathetic than I thought. A complete disgrace just like your mother was and I’m glad she died like she di_”. Prince abruptly slice the King’s throat, removing his head from his body swift

They were going to poison his celebration beverage. By the time he realizes what had happened, they will be long gone by the secret passage. It didn’t matter if the Princess was ready or not, she wouldn’t watch her die like her sister did. Especially over a man with power and no compassion for her. She didn’t know much about Ambrose personally but she had heard a lot about him. An abandoned, spiteful prince who murdered the royal family in cold blood as revenge, a general who tore through the heads of his enemies while laughing, and a beast who had no control once a blood moon took place.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”