Novel & Cerita The Bloodless Prince

The Falumor Prince was still alive! Just in time, he parried the strike, and noticed that it was much weaker than before, led with the wrong hand. Still, his leg gave in from the force. "I underestimated you", the Prince spat out with a splatter of blood. "It won't happen... again..." With these last words he fell to the side. Wiping the blood from his face, Nathaniel muttered: "Because you won't get another chance." Then he concentrated fully on the black force again.

"Step away from him." The prince smoothly stepped in front of me, placing himself like a shield between the monster and me. He raised his hand, blue-tinted magic dancing across his fingertips like crackling lightning. "She doesn't belong to you, brother," the prince mocked, his voice dripping with cool arrogance. "She never did. You bought a ghost at an auction, thinking you could trap her and rewrite history. But some bloodlines refuse to burn." "I will tear you apart piece by piece," the alpha roared, lunging forward with terrifying speed, his massive claws extended to strike.

The princess tightened her fingers over the bouncer's hand, moving him with her because first she couldn't walk, second they needed to finish this. Hadd carried her with ease to Omar, the completely pale man on the ground with the signs of blood clotting in his neck, the scene was completely horrific to experience, but Karila didn't care for a second when her aspirations and the pain that corrupted her were bigger. Hadd wore gloves like Karila, placed the bottle of wine between Omar's fingers on the floor and pushed a black suitcase with his legs, opening the clasp with his right hand while his left supported the princess. They needed the perfect alibi so that no one would realize that someo

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

First prince mumbled and fell on his knees right beside the fallen Princess Sophia. With tears in his eyes, he looked up at Alex and smirked " You! You bloomed even among the strongest storm and your glory is known all around now, huh? But I want you to know something, I, Wills, will not go down alone!" He shouted and flew into the air with his sword held perfectly in his hand and ready to strike Alex. " Uhhh!" Everyone in the room gasped! Alex was ready to dodge the strike but the strike never came and there he was, The first prince was frozen in the air while his mouth dripped blood and his shirt was turning red by the second!.

Another found Tommaso’s throat. A third wandered Elena’s collarbone and stopped there, steady, stupidly bright against her skin. “Down,” I told her without looking. She didn’t move. The sound she made was halfway between a laugh and a gulp of air. Too brave. Too loud. Too Elena. “Brother,” the prince said at last, dabbing his mouth with a square of linen that came away tinted with his blood. “What is this?” He didn’t roar. Of course he didn’t. Men like him don’t announce the storm; they let you hear the tide go out and realize too late what it means.

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

Prince Richard roared then cuts off one of the Soldier’s head. "The very people you vowed to protect with your lives,” he looks over to the copses in front of the crowd, “you ended up killing,” he raises his blade to cut down another Soldier. “Mercy your highness,” the Soldier cried out, keeping Prince Richard on check, “I have a wife and a new born.” “You should have thought on that,” Prince Richard screamed then sliced off his right hand, the Soldier fell to the ground screeching out in pain as blood sprouts into the water streaming through the ground.

You are not a human with compassion and pity! You are Prince, you are Prince of the Vampire nation! And when I die, you will be the leader of this clan! You are the next king!" shouted his father loudly. The old man no longer understands the child's way of thinking. Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Prince? Vampire? If only I could choose, I'd rather be born into a very poor human family than live as a Vampire Prince whose only goal is to avenge his entire clan!" Smack!