The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

Tyler said as he looked upon them all, with pure fear in his eyes, knowing that they had all come back for his soul and the power that he had taken from them. Raising his hand to them, it was clear that he was trying to use the power that he had stolen from Lyra and myself, but nothing happened, as he now stood there powerless before them. “You all are nothing but powerless ghosts and can do no harm to me. I am the Dark Prince, damn it!” He now screamed out to them, as if that meant anything to them. If anything, I could see that it infuriated them all, as they all knew how he had gotten that title, by stealing each and everyone of their lives from them.

An engagement ring that he had personally designed for his beloved, a blue Topaz in the middle of a simple silver bond. The Dark Prince was so excited that he did not even take the time to rest and hurried home. When he reached home, the Dark Prince was surprised his palace was dark and quiet. He slowly entered the opened gates with one hand on his sword as he prepared to take it out when needed. As he reached the main entrance of his palace, he froze to the spot where he was standing as he slowly took in what was standing before him. The Dark Prince fell on his knees as he saw the lifeless body o

“Let’s not be modest, Princess….the one that you were up against were his supporter..not him personally..that prince is nothing but a mere puppet….I know for sure that one of his backer were the Darkness Guild…and honestly Aeternum and Darkness Guild were not on good terms…With that Prince under my watch…the Darkness Guild will not dare to come out and make a scene..whether they wanted or not…this battle…they were no longer going to participate when they know Aeternum is already in it…” What is annoying about the Prince is not that he was great by himself, but instead those who is supporting him. I know personally by the data that My intelligence team has collected that, the prince were actu

The young prince wore the family crest on his black shirt, the head of a white dragon signalling from what immortal clan he was born to. Darkous walked along the grand hall, smiling politely at those who greeted him. A selection of the most experienced and high ranking clans had gathered from all corners of the dimensions, eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the young prince. Each coming of age was different, each immortals powers erupting from every inch of their being. Darkous was the last son left, the youngest. Before him, Hades had erupted in black fire; destroying a city in mere seconds as his demon produced itself for the first time. Now, the other immortals watched the young prince

"leave me alone" A deep voice spoke in the darkness. He dashed behind her in a second. Without seeing who it was princess Rania knew the voice belonged to the second prince of Aragon "How will I leave you alone your Highness?" she asked shakily. It was their first night after marriage and he was giving her attitude already. But what did you expect for a devil man who felt too proud to attend his own wedding! He even tried to scare her on their first meeting.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

the king of Dreadmoor yelled into the storm worried for his daughter. “Don’t worry dad, no one can hurt my sister with me here” Prince Oscar yelled as he slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

Through them, the lycan army did great damage to the vampyre in the time of war. Magic, especially of the dark kind, always comes with a price and the king’s price was his lycan nature and his life. His blood line didn’t pay the price because their ancestor had already done it with the ultimate sacrifice. Before his death, he made the witches destroy everything that had to do with the ‘Potion of Evolution’ so that the monsters he had brought into this world would be stopped while they were in few numbers.

he yelled. They brought wine and a bowl of meat was set in front of them. "Eat." He said. They both rugged in and are, for they were famished. "We have heard of the existence of the prince and we hunt for him," he said. "Why?" Alstin asked, nearly choking on his drink. "He is a traitor, and the dark knight has declared him wanted." He replied.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."