Novel & Cerita Vampire Prince

he called out, his tone laced with amusement. Nodding, I turned back towards him, ready to engage in a formal introduction. My curiosity was piqued as Prince Damon took a step forward, a confident smile gracing his lips. His hand extended gracefully to his sides, gesturing to himself as if presenting his regal presence. The air seemed to shift as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of authority and magnetism. "I am the vampire prince, Damon Shadowborne," he declared, his voice filled with a sense of pride that befit his royal status. The weight of his words settled in the air, emphasizing the significance of his lineage and power.

I shook my head, went to sit on the bed at the opposite side and leaned my back against the wall without taking my eyes off him. “What are you doing here? Sorry, what's your name?” I murmured apologetically. “I was captured.” He simply replied. “My name is Zayne.” “Zayne? Zayne who?” I asked with a little frown. His eyes dimmed. “I am Zayne, prince of the Vampires.” I gasped. A Vampire prince?

I can’t tell how tall the vampire is, I’m assuming he’s the prince, but the chair back sits about six inches higher than his head. It takes the vampire prince a moment to acknowledge us. His eyes are closed and he is sucking on the wrist of a young man who is going pale and having trouble standing while a female, I can’t tell her age, is being forced to go down on him. He has a grip on her head and is shoving himself into her mouth at a brutal pace. I can see her fists punching against his legs as I watch his body tense up and he holds her there until she stops fighting. Once he’s finished, he pulls her off and she drops to the floor, dead. I realize he just s

He walked with that slow, arrogant, godlike stride, like insects were below him on the food chain. The Vampire Prince. He stopped in the center of the bloody sand. His ruby eyes swept the carnage with total, utter boredom, like we were a low-grade performance. Then he looked up, locking gaze right onto the vanguard of Lycans charging toward him. The Prince didn’t raise a hand. He didn’t speak. He only looked. His crimson eyes flared. A shockwave of pure telepathic blood-magic rippled outward, spreading through the chaos like a blade through cloth.

Please let what I just heard be true. “Father did you just say the vampire prince… as in Victor is getting engaged or did I hit my head too hard out there.” The words came out sharper than I meant them to, my body already tense and my wolf standing tall and alert like prey had just twitched in the bushes. My father raised a brow at me, clearly surprised by the edge in my voice. “Yes,” he said calmly. “Victor. Crown prince of the vampire kingdom. The engagement was announced this morning.”

Something powerful entered the room. A new presence... “Now you will be our slave,” came a deep, cold voice. Gasps echoed from the crowd. “Prince Kael Viren!” Several seniors whispered the name in panic. Elias’s eyes flew open, expecting a monstrous lycan with bloodshot eyes. Instead... he saw him. A vision. Tall. Regal. Muscular. His skin was golden and smooth, hair black and wavy, falling just to his shoulders. His eyes, icy ocean-blue—pierced through Elias like a blade. And that scent. Warm, intoxicating, wild.

Riven Vorspina. The vampire prince smiled. It was not a comforting expression. His canines were sharp, white, deliberate - not the retractable fangs of legend but permanent fixtures, a reminder that he was predator first, prince second. His eyes were the color of dried blood. Rust-brown. Ancient. Amused. "Should I let him finish," he said, his voice a low melodic baritone that carried the weight of cathedral bells, "or should I pray you don't break the academy's no-murder policy?"

This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. .... Once upon a time, there was a Lost Princess whose existence no one was aware of. . . An abandoned twelve years old girl no one cared about that had now turned into an assassin known for never missing her target and controlling an army of deadly, undestroyable breed of creatures even Immortals should fear. To pay an old debt Esmeray agreed to kidnap the King of Vampires. What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood vampires.

he raised an eyebrow. “Very much sire.” “I see,” the man nodded and finally let go of the papers on the desk. He leaned into his chair, his fingers brushing his beard as he said, “then, let me hear it.” Maximus closed his eyes and reminded himself that he was doing this for the betterment of the pack and that one day, Alan would thank him for doing this. “The Vampire Prince is alive,” he revealed and watched as the man’s lazy eyes became serious immediately, “and he is mated to my Alpha’s daughter, Aliyah.”