The Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

I tilted my head, trying to remember what I could of the biology of arousal when suddenly, a shadow loomed over me from behind. “Deep, intense, unconscious desire for supernatural creatures,” whispered the shadow. His tone was deep and husky. It tickled my ear. And right enough, I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach. That was how I knew that the one behind me was one of the Four Princes. “Tony,” I said without looking at him. He put a cup full of dark liquid on my table. The liquid was steaming hot. “I brought you coffee,” he said, “I know you like this bitter drink.”

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

As a result, both Dark and Z were already catching their breath, though Dark still looked confident. “It appears you can’t beat me.” There was a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Why I’ve thought, Z, that you’ll give me much entertainment? Are you ready to face the consequence of boring the hell out of me?” Z nodded at Kleint who grinned. He wheeled his hands, his heart drumming a little. A purplish light outlined his curves as his shadow stretched out of his body, circling him like some kind of horse welcoming its owner. Kleint patted it on the head, and it stretched all around the dimension. In less than a minute, the shadow of his shadow shaded the bluish lights of the dimension, plun

His fingernails are black and pointed, like those of a beast, and I see the flash of dark armor beneath the raven-feather cloak. A cruel and cold beauty, like a statue carved from ice. The man from my dreams, my memories. The dark prince. “My love,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on me. All around us, the forest has fallen away, dissolved into another scene before my eyes. We are standing on the same silver stretch of moonlit beach from my dreams – dark waves crashing against the shore, brilliant stars in the black sky above as Felix, the Prince of Night, the prince of mysteries, reaches out to me.

“My dear Clara, you have your undeniable charm, but you truly do not understand the intricacies of my pack. We dance around each other far into the night until it is day. We lie, we connive, we say we’ll do one thing and turn around to do another. At least in terms of politics. If you thought your head was reeling with the small-town petty disputes of your tiny pack, then wait until you see mine.” “How lovely,” I said. “So all this talk of you being the undisputed leader of the Dark Shade was just that? Talk? Are you even a prince for your pack? I bet that if we entered Khordon, I’ll eventually learn that you’re some two-bit Gamma pretending he has some half-assed blood claim to the throne.”

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.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

For the author is revealed in the next paragraph. "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."

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.