The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

Prince Alden rolled over, the assassin seeing that he struck air and he was determined to kill Prince Alden, pounced on Alden. Alden wasn't just feared because he was a prince he was feared because he was a powerful fighter, with an upper kick, he was able to subdue the assassin, the assassin being a veteran punched the prince, breaking his nose and this resulted in blood pouring out of his body, with a firm punch the prince punched the assassin into unconsciousness. Alden, laughed bitterly while staggering, he struggled to drag the assassin in his drunken state. The guards were surprised to see their prince dragging an unconscious man late at night.

"No." Prince Marcus chuckled, his eyes were as white as snow, including his pupil. "I won't have your blood on my hands." He turned to two of his warriors and gave them the sword to end my life. I could see the grim excitement on their faces, as they laughed victoriously. Indeed, the mages have won this time.

“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—”

No, no, no It’s not worth getting caught nor lost in this weird game when I don’t even know what’s supposed to happen in here exactly. I’ll just wait at exit of the maze and pretend that I was able to get through and did not cheat I turn- And freeze. Someone’s standing at the end of the path. A black mask, matte and sharp against the glow. His arms are crossed, posture loose but coiled. The dark fabric of his shirt blends into the shadows, the lamplight catching only the faint gleam of ink running from his left bicep all the way to his wrist.

Ashlyn rolled her eyes but she was smiling yet she was being honest when she offered her helping hand to him. “Sweet and thoughtful. I love it.” he smiled at how kind-hearted Ashlyn could be. “Vladi.” Ashlyn warned him. “Okay, being a blood prince has the power to manipulate blood like, making it a life-saving blood or make it poisonous that takes like instantly. But it was not just all that because the last time a released that side of mine, I brought a sea of blood that kills anything it touched. It was like a toxin but it still saves anyone that needs to be saved since I was trained to do that so I won’t harm anyone without my knowledge.” Vladimir surrendered and briefly explained to her

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

They've been searching for eternity but still no news about the prince. "Useless!" His hands loosened and swiftly grabbed a sword from the soldier beside him. He shoved it on the soldier's throat in front of him. A crimson fluid leaked out of it as the pitiful man seizured on the shiny floor of the royal hall, slowly losing his breath. This left the rest of them terrified. "You know, you all have the nerve to show your faces to me without anything good in hand. Next time, don't ever wonder if you'd share the same fate as him."

He glanced at me for a split second before turning his head away. I kept pressing, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Were you by yourself?" Still, he remained quiet. As expected. "Was it a big fight? What happened to them?" I questioned, but I already knew the answer. The prince didn't get his infamous reputation by giving his enemies flowers. Clearly, if the prince was in this condition, his enemies were even worse off. Probably dead. I cleared my throat and reached for the disinfectant. I sprayed it on and quickly wrapped up the Prince's arms with gauze. The wounds were still trickling blood, which soaked through the clean white of the gauze.