The Prince's Poisoned Vow Novels & Stories

“I’m not a whore and I don’t want to be killed by one of your angry mates for lying with you.” Alaric frowns at me, like he can see what I’m thinking before he moves across the carriage and grabs my face with both his hands. “We will have you in our beds because you are beautiful and smart. We are loyal to no one. None of us has chosen a mate. We never have, and you are not a whore for lying with us. You will be rewarded for your time with us, pleasured by our touch and treated as an equal,” he explains to me, but everything from when he said they don’t have mates seems like a blur.

It echoed inside my head. “I am your husband. You will show me respect… and you will fear me, or face the consequences.” My body stiffened as I slowly rose from the bed. “My name is Luca Blackthorn. I am a prince—the heir to the throne of Dreadveil Palace.” A heavy silence followed. He was waiting for a response… but I couldn’t speak. I was listening—every word sinking deep, sending chills crawling down my spine. Fear wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

Arrows rained down, and both were slain. “Nooooo!” Twari cried as his body turned to ash and scattered in the wind. Owwa lay bloodied and lifeless on the ground. Damil grinned as he stared at the stunned Prince. “Who are you?” the Prince asked. Damil drew his sword. Prince Zumir failed to dodge, and the blade plunged into his chest. He coughed blood, and Damil withdrew the sword. “Your powers have long vanished, consumed entirely by the chemical injected into you for centuries. You can no longer heal or rise from death,” Damil declared as he drove the sword into the Prince’s neck. The Prince collapsed, motionless.

he scoffed, “The only Royals today are the elder William and myself.” According to the rules, the prince could only wait for the winner in the Moon Goddess Palace. But Delia doesn't have a wolf, and the prince is worried that someone will kill her in the race, so he uses the potion to change Vivian's appearance, and then he will protect Delia. "Ding." Prince Kral's face changed when the bell in his arms rang. "Delia is in danger," he said in a cold voice. "I understand. I'll take care of things here."

said the Crown Prince. Bella was going to turn to where Crown Prince’s eyes was looking abut, but he pulled her to him. He stuffed a grape in her mouth, trying to make sure that he didn’t give his position away that he noticed their strange activity. He doesn’t want Princess Kay to know that he spotted her. Princess Kay, moving along with the Empress didn’t notice Crown Prince looking at them. “Humph. Good. The poison have taken effect. It shouldn’t take long now for her to fully fall under its effect,” thought Princess Kay.

I was about to ruin the beautiful mood but I had to get everything off my chest once and for all. “Yes, you can ask me anything.” She nodded eagerly. “Do you have any idea what happened to Prince Seth?” She paled and I had my answer. Knowing he died of poison from Hawke’s vineyard, the minute that bottle of poison disappeared from my table, I started to suspect my mother. A poison that left no traces behind – it was a perfect weapon for treason. “I –“ She started with her face ashen. “You don’t have to make any excuse,” I muttered, drained of all the happiness I managed to conjure from earlier. “The only thing I need you to do is make things right.”

"When he realizes I’m the one who did it." "You will," Dante promised. He leaned in and kissed me a deep, soul-consuming vow of violence. "Tomorrow, the city learns that the Prince doesn't need saving. He needs a kingdom."

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

Sterling turned his attention to Shawn who was still standing and asked, “Why are you still standing, please sit and do tell us.” Shawn thought about it then sat down beside Aldridge who was grinning and said, “Princess Blanche forced Prince Sebastian’s lover to sleep with her continuously and he got fed up. He thus resorted to poisoning them with the bloodflower cerium and must have given her something when he saw her on her death bed.” Sterlings choked on the tart crust and asked after calming down from a coughing fit, “Do you have any evidence?” “I do but I am not giving it,” Shawn said.