The Torn Prince Thirteen Ghosts Novels & Stories

With a flash, the 13th prince moved close to Ding Tong to protect him, his son. He was in a terrible state: his body had been nearly torn into pieces and his face was smashed flat. He was slowly regaining his composure under the silver light. The 13th prince lost count of how many times his body had been smashed into pieces. Each time the restoration process would consume a considerable amount of vitality from him. This time, it took noticeably more time to recover than before.

the boy said as he brushed William's face with spindly fingers. "What?! Who is he? And who are you?! How dare you lay your hands on Father!" William said as he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Now, now. It's a shame I can only see you for this short period of time. However, in time all will be clear. Kekeke... Goodbye, Prince William. Let's see if you live up to your name." the boy said as he grinned maliciously at William before a strong gust of wind billowed.

Suddenly, he reaches out, grabbing my arm with a painfully tight grip, pushing me back as he steps past the threshold. I gasp at his sudden proximity. "Mortal?" "Not exactly," he sneers, yanking me with him. "Woah...What's going on? Let go of me!" I growl. My frantic attempt to pull out of his grip is useless, as he drags me down the hallway. "Sorry sweetheart, I don't mean to scare you, but I need to talk to Hale, or as your people call him, the Immortal Prince," he exclaims.

Gloria flattered her. "Oh, yes". Maria giggled with dreamy eyes. "| wonder which of them". She placed her fingers on her chin and thought. "Hmm, maybe The prince of Iris, or The prince of Monaco, God, he was carved by Zeus himself". She shrieked with a blush on her face as they both held their hands with dreamy eyes. "He is so dreamy". She released a sigh and stared at a place. Sasha only rolled her eyes at their acts as she stood up from the bed.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

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.”

Sindy Vampire Hunter Point of View “ We are left with one hour to receive our very important guest please make sure you do not embarrass me or our kingdom . “ I overhear Prince George and his uncle talking about what is to happen today . It seems Prince George is still not determined to marry the princess chosen for him while the uncle is also determined to get Prince George and the chosen Princess get married. I overhear his uncle shut down every question Prince George asks about his parents but firmly manipulate him into marrying the Princess for the sake of the kingdom that is unaware that the future King is a vampire terrorizing them .

It was said to be the result of a controversy between the late king, Greyson’s grandfather, and his concubine Xima, who turned out to be a witch. With her dark powers, Xima cursed Tribute, vowing that as long as she lived, the island and its citizens would suffer. Her minions were a pestilence, aggravating and instilling fear in travellers if they passed the darkest spots of Tribute, Xima's territories. Eighteen-year-old Greyson rose to the throne after his father abdicated. He swore to his citizens to restore peace to the island and eradicate evil. Two years have passed since Greyson assembled his forces, waiting for the right time to strike.

With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct. In his moment of vengeance, he had forgotten about the woman in the cloak that was casting the spell on him. With the tips of his sharp claws, he felt Fragor’s heart; the red in his eyes reflected in the ones of his torturer, only that Fragor appeared to be scared. Yes, his torturer was scared, an emotion he had neither seen nor felt in him before. He was about to rip out of his heart, ending him once and for all, when an invisible

“I’m not someone you liked or wanted to kill, right? You’re so tensed whenever I’m around. Chill!” Mizuko looks away, biting her lower lip hard but just enough to stop her tears from flooding her eyes. She can’t be seen by Kenshi like this. He doesn’t even sound like Kenshi so why is she tearing up? “N-No. It’s just you’re a cr-crown prince and we all thought you were gone...” she softly said. “It’s like seeing a ghost. Th-That’s all.”