Vampire Prince Novels & Stories

*********** The Vampire Prince/ Lucas's POV By 10 pm I arrived at the blood forest and was surprised to see hundreds of my soldiers, werewolves and vampires who had all came to help in the fight. I knew that all of them knew that if the demon king took over the werewolf and vampire thrones they would also suffer. He would come after them too and kill or enslave them. Demons were evil and merciless. "Thank you all for coming. I am Lucas Gabriel Connor and some of you now know me as the now Vampire prince as Riana`s mate. Today we shall fight the demons and wipe such vile creatures like them from the face of the earth! They steal

I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. "But only a vampire of royal lineage has healing blood. The rest is just... poison to us." "Yes, I am aware," he said, standing up and smoothing out his silk waistcoat. The movement was fluid, graceful, and entirely too masculine. "I am Prince Charles. Or Your Highness, if you prefer the dramatic. But for you, Charles will suffice." "The Dark Prince," I breathed, my eyes widening. I had heard the stories. He was a legend, a cruel and beautiful sovereign of the night. "But I thought you'd be... I don't know, more monstrous."

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

She struggled against the prince's grip, but he held her firmly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You're quite a beautiful human," the prince said, his voice dripping with lust. "I've never had one before. I've had fun with werewolves, Vampires, witches, and even demons," he laughed, "But I've never had sex with a human before, I'm sure they will taste so sweet down there. I think tonight, you'll make a fine addition to my collection." Leanda felt her stomach drop as the prince's words sank in. She knew what he meant, and the thought of being used by a vampire in such a way made her skin crawl.

He preyed upon unsuspecting creatures, draining their blood and leaving them lifeless husks in his wake. His transformation had made him stronger, faster, and more powerful than ever before. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his fangs were razor-sharp, capable of tearing through flesh with effortless ease. As Damon's power grew, so did his reputation. He became known as the "Dark Prince," a creature of terror feared by all who dared to enter the forest.

In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.”

An hour later, beneath the burning moon, the vampire prince arrived. He stepped out of the obsidian carriage in a swirl of black silk and shadows. Prince Varek Damaris, heir to the Nightborne throne, wore no crown — but the air bent around him with quiet authority. His skin was pale like polished marble, his hair jet black, and his eyes... crimson fire. He looked at her as if he already owned her. Aria’s wolf growled inside her chest, fur bristling with instinctual dislike. The scent of blood and old magic clung to him like an invisible cloak.

the lycan king flew over to the frowning prince who was prepared to use the sceptre whenever he detected that his warriors were in mortal danger. "Get lost, you moron," the prince spat, distancing himself away from the king. "You know what? I've changed my mind. We can't just remain idle. Let's fight while protecting our people. Isn't that more fun?" "A vampire never fears death," was the prince's simple reply before he charged at the lycan king, his right hand producing a ball of poisonous energy.

I looked up, my vampire sight piercing the dark. Prince Victor was sitting on the edge of the stone railing, swinging his legs like a bored child. He held a small, glass vial containing a single drop of my glowing blood, the blood I had spilled in the courtyard earlier. He blew me a kiss, uncorked the vial, and drank it. His eyes, usually ice-blue, flared into a brilliant, terrifying purple. He didn't say a word, but the message was clear. He had the taste now. And a vampire prince with a taste for hybrid blood wasn't coming for a bride, he was coming for a feast.

Fulton asks, making a beeline for the end of the hall. Sabastian was right. The doors on the right may not hold the ocean view, but it contains a mountain view and a view of the rest of the town. It is beautiful. Something that I hadn’t expected to see. “I will take this room.” My words are floating out of the window. “This is my favorite as well.” Sabastian declares. “What makes it your favorite?” I ask. “In the mountains, you can see all of the trails if you look close enough. Never able to have a sneak attack if you know what you are looking at. The town, this room gives an advantage point to see nearly everything about it. You can Vampire watch for a long time here. You can learn the in’