The Bloodless Prince Novels & Stories

“Tell him that I will only give what he wants if he helps me cover up the plan.” “I understand, Your Highness. But this might fail,” the man in black responded. “Poisoning your father will not work. It is messy. And everyone will be pointing fingers. I will tell King Benedict to forbid you --- Ack!” I gasped and covered my mouth using my palms when Prince Ronald withdrew something from his pocket and slit the throat of the man in black without hesitation. It was so fast that I did not see and expect the prince to show his reflexes and intercepted the man. The man fell to the ground with blood spewing out from his neck and asking for help until he could not anymore.

CRASH! Bars broke, giving him enough space to push through but not enough to not slash his flesh in the process. He had been entirely naked, only covered in hair and filth, for years. Fragor and his father had decided no garment or no amount of dignity must be spared to the young prince—a prince in name only.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

She looked at me, out of words to say. Chloe has the upper ace here. She's the daughter of the Vice President of the Students' Academic Affairs. I'm brave, and I know that. It's just not the same bravery to fight physically with no good reason at all. I know what lies beneath the wind. Lastly, we're just newbies here, and I don't want to mess up around. So as much as possible, stay calm, composed, and act like a college student. Physical fights are meant for high school and elementary school.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

The Alpha prince said, and Ella squealed in happiness, hugging me. "I will, thank you," I smiled. We entered the fancy black car. Beta Nate opened the door for me. I slowly got in, looking around. I haven't been in such a car before. I caught the Prince's curious gaze on me. I couldn't look at him, so I shifted my eyes to my lap and closed them when I realized I was wearing such a short dress. "Give her something to cover her legs," Prince Rhaegar said, staring out the window. He clenched his fists and was breathing heavily.

, I feel something run through my veins and to my surprise I end up calm , I nodded in a positive way and then the prince took the floor when talking to the protesters. ________________ People of Atlanta, I'm your Prince Nathan Crowther I know I've been away for a long time and neglected my duties as your ruler, however today I can say, I'm sorry, I was wrong... - Everyone stared at him with serious expressions, the cameras and reporters who were in the place now had their full attention to the prince who was pronouncing - I made a mistake but I'm here to start correcting my mistakes, for this reason I announce, I'm on the side of the protesters who are in this place! - Murmurs began, people

Prince Blade levitated, his fingers were long and possessed sharp black claws that were half a meter long. His fangs were visible and his eyes were bright red, unlike the other warriors whose eyes were dark red. "You sick bastard, today is your end!" Prince Blade growled, proudly flaunting his creepy fingers. "I think you're talking about yourself, young man," The king looked unbothered at the sight of his own men being killed by the overzealous vampire warriors. "Well... Why don't we let our skills do the talking?" Prince Blade suggested, looking more than ready to rip off the pesky king's mask and swipe his poisonous claws across his face.

His sword slipped from his hand. Before him, they all stood. Silent. Dressed in black. There was no triumph in their faces. This wasn't victory. It was cleansing. Order through blood. "The throne is no longer yours," one whispered. Kael raised his head. His crimson eyes still burned. And then, he said only: "It was never yours. And as long as you serve the new ruler— it never will be." The final blow struck his heart. The demon prince collapsed, the cold, damp earth swallowing his body.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”