The Prince's Poisoned Vow Novels & Stories

He also has dozens of young concubines living in his chambers to appease his strangest sexual desires. He is selfish lunatic, yet he is the one most expected to be the heir of Elowen's crown. He assertively picks one of the knives from the platform then proceeds to graciously make a small cut on his palm then squeezes a few drops of his foul blood over the chalice set upon the threshold. With baited breaths the kings, queens and nobles wait for the crown's light to turn white. But it doesn't! Flabbergasted, Prince Elon makes a larger than normal cut this time, almost impaling his entire wrist and screaming in the process. But the jewel retains it's red light despite his blood pouring into th

Inside the changing room, Hanry was surprised by Whitney who suddenly barged in and locked the door. “What are you doing?” Hanry looked at her in displeasure. “You must win the competition. If you win and become a king, not only your family’s grudge will be taken out but also the royal family of Arawn.” “Are you done? Now get out!” “I will come out after saying everything I want to say.” Princess Whitney took out a small vial from inside her coat. “This is poison. Rub your sword with this. When the poison enters Kaven’s body, he will become weak. That way, you can win the battle and become a king.”

He has not yet had to stare death in the face, he still has a modicum of hope. “If you truly surrender, pay restitution for your theft.” The Prince declares. “I will happily give all the money I have, though it is not much.” “I have no desire for your coin, peasant. Your coin is insignificant to me.” The Prince sneers. “What can I give your majesty to prove my loyalty.” The Prince looks to his cousin, standing in the crowd of observers in court. “Your life.” The Prince replies flatly, a hint of boredom in his tone. Before the words can even register, his throat is slit and his blood stains the floor.

“Are you sure this is your choice duchess? This would cause a burden to the Xaviera’s. I could hang you with a felony. Surrender now, Duchess. Your duke is not here. You are powerless.” She continued slinging her sword at him and he kept on dodging it. The prince then slipped and she had taken advantage of the situation. With a final blow, she managed to kick away his sword and the prince fell on the floor. She pointed her sword at him and smirked, “So? Do you need enough reason to prove that I won now? The prince spat on the ground and hissed, “This is treason against the empire.” “Hell if I care.” To her peripheral vision, she could see Ven gaining advantage too as the knights were surrend

He was chosen as a royal mage who is very genius in concocting any kind of potion. "What's the matter with you coming here, Your Majesty?" asked the Witch Felix after straightening herself again "Make me a potion that can make a person obey what I want!" His Majesty the King firmly replied. "Who do you want to control, Your Majesty?" "Kevin!" "Prince?! Is there something wrong with him?" Felix furrowed his brows. "That kid doesn't want to do his duty as a vampire!" replied the King seemed to be holding back his anger. "He must have dissolved into the human world! He must have been consumed by the disgusting incitement of the human race!" growled Felix annoyed. He really hates humans, because

The First Prince called out, looking at Blake, who was having an idle conversation with the two women as he looked up at the First Prince downing goblet after goblet of wine to cool his mouth. Blake looked at the situation and instantly knew the situation and couldn’t help but laugh. “Crown Prince, I informed my wives earlier that one of the spices I lent was on the spicy side and should be handled with care. It’s fine, and the sensation it brings will subside; only when using this spice use it with caution.” Blake replied to the distraught First Prince. “Lies, it was poison hidden!” The First Prince called out, accusing Blake. “Assure you, it’s not. I did give fair warnings.” Blake said.

He was a liar. He told her that they would have fun times together when he got back but he did not fulfill it. He was a liar. He told her that he would read her own works of words but he did not make it. He was a liar then. But she knew better why he did not make it and it hurts even more to hear the Lord’s account, saying that the prince tried to the best of his strength to come alive in the land Romania. But the poison defeated him.

I heard the Prince made a noise of frustration in his throat before he took a step closer to where he stood with his eyes lowered still. “Look at me West” He ordered and he did as told. “Your fucking duty is to protect her and that means you’re not allowed to touch, smile or nurse any inappropriate thought in your mind and certainly not one of friendship either. Keep your fucking hands to yourself unless it’s absolutely necessary or her wrist is the last thing you will ever touch, understood?” Prince growled angrily and Logan quickly replied. “Yes, Your Highness” “Now, vow to me that you will never lay hand on her ever again, not even by mistake” Prince commanded, his anger still loud in his

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

He had suddenly been struck with the inspiration for a rather awful, terrible idea and as a result, increased his pace as Cordelia's tightness continued to envelop his massive appendage as she continued to moan and cry out in the wake of his increased pace and number of thrusts. The terrible idea had spurred him on, so rich and so diabolical that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. Instead of sulking about what had been clearly inevitable, he should have been plotting and scheming in the wake of such a travesty. Casimir was to wed Noreen, his Noreen who had played him for a full while stealing his virtue and giving up her own only to leave him for his elder brother. The blood