The Prince Of Darkness Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Today, we fight for Silver More — for our families, our homes, and the future. This ends now. No more lies. No more betrayal.” The men and women around him raised their weapons in fierce agreement. The air thrummed with a wild, desperate hope. Far off, on the palace battlements, Prince Caelum watched with cold amusement. He took the throne quickly and ruthlessly with the support of Elias and dark powers hiding in the shadows. His light-colored eyes glanced at the coming army, but he felt no fear. Only arrogance. “Let them come,” Caelum whispered, “Let the wolves taste their own destruction.”

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

“It’s about the prophecy.” A chill crept down my spine. “What prophecy?” He hesitated, glancing around as if the shadows themselves might overhear. “I found it in the archives,” he began. “An old text, buried under layers of dust. It spoke of a prince—a savior who would fall into darkness.” His voice grew quieter, the words heavy. “Once a prince, turned to slave. Fall into darkness, never to be saved. A hero who sacrificed for his kingdom, but…

"The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home." I slammed the book shut, my gaze snapping to Diane. "It belongs to the Night Wolf," I stated, my gaze shifting down at the cover of the book, "a-a night wolf. Not this-Night wolf- Not in this time. An old- dead one..." I trailed off m

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

It was so vivid and felt so real; that was why he removed his clothes. He must remember his past. Last night, he could not grasp what the book was about except the titles, and they were about magic. His attempts to concentrate on the words were useless; it was as if something was blocked in his head. His background may have no magic origin. That doesn’t matter. There is she, her highness. She could help him. There is a memory spell in the book. First, he will have to keep an eye on her, so she would not be able to plot behind his back.

Irene nodded, “and it cost him. Almost ten days passed and there was no news of the princess and the Dark prince couldn’t deny that he was really worried now and it’s not helping if he realized that he was actually missing her, her smiles, her laughter, her voice and also, her baked foods and fruits. So for the first time, the prince geared up, taking no one with him to go and get his princess back. However, right before he could reach Vallahan, he met the crowned prince with his men on the way and the prince charged at him upon seeing him. After defending the attacks and stating the reason of his visit, Prince David laughed sarcastically and asked him if he hadn’t come a little too late. Wh

He responded, "Elias Langley, first prince of the Allsbrook empire and next in line for the throne." "Did you just say prince?" I asked, eyes widening. "As in royalty? Kind of a big deal? That kind of prince?" I had to have misunderstood him somehow. There was just no way I woke up in a prince's bed with no recollection of anything beforehand. "Yes, I am a prince. Is that so hard to believe?" He looked slightly offended by my reaction. "Everyone knows who I am." Prince... This guy was not only a mythical creature, but he was also a prince and soon-to-be king of an entire empire. What had I just gotten myself into?

I gasp, the wind knocked from me as I roll over onto my stomach, coughing up blood onto the grass. I stare at my hand full of blood, his words ringing in my head. Turning, I stare at the gates of the packhouse remembering the young witch’s prophecy. That moment is getting closer, and what will happen is in our hands… Will we allow the darkness to conquer us or will the light win? That isn’t even a question I should be asking, because the light will always win. Dante said I came into power earlier than he foresaw. Surely that means we can pave our path to success, and I know for certain that all of this will be going down on the night of the Blood Moon.

my heart ached for the kid as I imagined him running trying to save his mother, and being turned back on that way. “Andromeda didn’t last the night that day, and that broke Deniz more than anything could have, he vowed that night that he would avenge her, that Prontose’s life would be taken by his hands when the time came, and indeed he did keep his promise, as when he reached eighteen, on the day his mother had died, he went to the ocean and started calling for Prontose, though he had a doubt that the king would be facing him, he still kept calling for him, for hours standing on his feet, yelling as loud as he could until the raging king came out of his hideout and faced his son, accepting