The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

I plugged my phone in and went to bed early no way was I letting Mr Smug Prince get a jump on me because I was tired. My alarm rung at 5 am and I got out of bed pulling on a silver blue lyrcra training shorts and a black sports bra, I zipped myself into a white hooded zip top for the walk to the training area. I went to the pack breakfast hall finding my father and some of the elite Fianna warriors there getting ready to do their own training. Grabbing a bowl of fruit and adding a scoop of natural yougart I went to grab the honey when my hand was beaten to it by someone who had come up along side me. His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself.

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.

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

I looked at my hands, which were sparking with silver electricity. "I told you," I said, my voice sounding like the cracking of a glacier. "I told you that you would all regret this." Zayn stood up slowly, his claws sliding out, but he didn't move toward me. He couldn't. The air around me was so cold it was liquid. "You think you can scare me off with a little snow?" He barked, "I am Zayn! The Prince of darkness, and you....you are nothing, it doesn't matter what kind of power you unlock, Ariana! you will always remain my whore!"

"And in doing so, you ensured that your family, my pack, and both of our realms will burn. You think he keeps his promises? Look at him. You are nothing but an insect to him, and the moment he is done with me, he will crush your family anyway." "A harsh truth, but entirely accurate," the Dark Prince chuckled from the shadows behind me, the sound of his slow, mocking applause echoing off the cavern walls. "He really was remarkably easy to break, Kate. But let's leave the traitor to his tears. You and I have a much more pressing matter to discuss."

With that, all of the dark beings that surrounded them took off their robes revealing familiar white armors that they have only seen on the battlefield during their first attack at one of the vanguard castles. Prince Alexander roared in response, the sounds of crunching bones followed as his back began to form huge lumps, after a few moments blood splattered out of it, releasing large dark black wings, it extended in such a manner that it almost seemed to look like huge glaring eyes stunning some of the enemies that were advancing. With one swift flap, the prince dashed forward, ramming several of the assailants. Limbs, heads, and other body parts came flying up into the air as his wings see

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

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.