The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!

he whispered, his voice hoarse as we reached the peak together. “Darlon...” I whispered back. And with that, we both came undone, collapsing onto his bed. The shadows crept back in, reminding me of whom he truly was. He was the prince of Umbra, a dark mage cloaked in shadow. Yet something inside me told me that wasn’t the whole truth—that I’d walked into a trap I couldn’t escape. But even so, I was inside him now—inside his head, his room, his heart. And the words he spoke, carried by those ocean-green eyes, kept swirling in my mind, telling me things weren’t as they seemed.

And at her answer, his face couldn’t hide dismay. “Yes.” Ruan turned away from her, looking at the lake where no fireflies could be seen anymore. However, he felt a touch on his arms and in the next seconds, he was wrapped in small yet warm embrace. “I’m scared you’d be lonely. I’m scared that like me, you needed to suppress all those emotions deep within you. Those ugly and ill emotions that kept haunting you… I’m sacred that you are like me…” Ruan Dark. The crown prince of Darkenshire Kingdom. Who ruled and was able to pacify his kingdom after an internal strife that threaten its existence.

There are only a few more events that are deeply engraved in my memory besides this one. Allow me start with the cold, boring facts about how it all began. The land, where I am from, lays far beyond the forest, hidden by tall, snowy mountain peaks and unknown and hard to track terrain, ruled over by a certain Prince Val Dragwer, or in the native language Val Dracul the Third. A prince, a general, a warrior, a warlord all of this he is; but above else he’s a strategist that carefully calculates his every move, in order to gain the upper hand and save as much of his people as he can. Generous and terrible, merciful and cruel, he’s all this and more at the same time. But this isn’t a story abou

He ushered them into a dimly lit back room filled with stolen clocks and silverware. "You shouldn't be here," Rolly hissed, locking the door. "The city is on lockdown. The Merchant Council has tripled the watch. They say there’s a war coming." "The war is here, Rolly," Tristan said, stepping into the light. He took off his cap. Rolly stared at him. He looked at the black hair, the sharp cheekbones, the blue eyes. "You..." Rolly paled. "You’re the Prince. The Viper."

He has this unfocused look in his eyes. "This is not easy Raven Prince. Your sanity will be threatened. If you fail to control the darkness that is going to be left behind by the souls, you would forever turn dark. If that happens, you will be stuck in this forest forever. This dark forest will flourish with only darkness. If it detects darkness in anyone, it will suck them in. Darkness in a person would be his anger, resentment, his dark thoughts, and his rage. All these souls are angry with Irina. They always wanted to kill her for she did. No matter what happens, they can never forgive her. That's why they couldn't leave. Irina used their emotions against themselves and trapped them here.

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.”

Prince Xander whispered to princess Alleta. ***** It was midnight. A wolf howl could be heard from a distance. All the residents of the Western Mountains royal palace were fast asleep. The ornate guards were on guard as well. In Prince Xander's room, the bright room suddenly became dark. The prince who was fast asleep suddenly woke up. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. The atmosphere turned tense. The prince had a bad feeling. He stood up and slowly walked out of the room. "Why is this palace going dark? What is this?" murmured the prince when he saw the darkness in the royal palace of the Western Mountains. He was confused. Only the dim light of

"Spring Magick likes you. You sparked for three Princes, but don't have the flavor of the other Courts." His eyes grew distant as he breathed her in. She felt uncomfortable in her new skin. "I believe Jayce has the right of it. There is a flavor of night about you. Deeds best left in the shadows. You, lass, are definitely the once Queen of Air and Darkness." She narrowed her eyes at him in the mirror, sick of the mystery surrounding that moniker. "Who is the Queen of Air and Darkness? Who was Titania?" Jayce sighed, finally speaking. "One, let's not advertise that. Names, power...the whole spiel that landed us here in the first place--"

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.