Novel & Cerita Vampire Prince

I tutted at my own stupidity it was wishful thinking my mate was dead he had died at my hand why would I be worthy of a second chance. King Nicklaus stood with Queen Poppy as he gave out to Princess Lucinda and it was then I noticed a tall handsome vampire walk up to the group he hugged Lucinda closely as I watched. He was as tall as Nicklaus himself he had Nicklaus handsome strong jaw and broad shoulders but he had a blonde hair colour like Queen Poppy I gasped as I locked eyes with the Crowned Prince of the Vampire's. He stared back at me for what felt like forever before he said something and Poppy,Nicklaus and Lucinda's eyes swung to me. Poppy was expressionless, Nicklaus looked grumpy,

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

They took one last look at Nicole, who was still sleeping, before leaving her completely. IN AN old and dark palace, the leader of the vampire enemy and his soldiers were preparing for their impending assault to capture the pureblood princess. They only had a few more hours to wait for the imminent arrival of the eclipse, a time when their lost power would be restored, further enhancing their strength. “Master, how can we attack there? We know that we can’t enter their kingdom,” Rafael, his right-hand man, asked with concern. He casually looked out the window as if he had no worries, even though their plan might fail tonight.

She tasted like alcohol and fruit, a heady sweetness. Finally, I broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she tried to chase the kiss. An amused smile curled my lips as I caressed her moist lips. “Now that's a proper kiss,” I whispered. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with amazement like I'd just done some magic. But then, her nose scrunched up as she sniffed lightly. “Wait.” Her brows furrowed. “You smell like—” She paused, then her eyes widened as she took a panicked step back. “You’re a vampire!”

"After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Vampire Prince! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!" Allena looked back up then, the blood draining from her face. Jonathan took a breath, calming himself. He regretted his words but wouldn't apologize. The Vampire Prince gestured around. "This sanctuary that I've built for you . . . perhaps it has allowed you to forget what I am."

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

This attack had been about her from the start. She just hadn't realized. The vampire hunters had never wanted to kill me. The target had always been Alexander. With an Ashbourne bride to bear him a strong half-blood heir, his position as the next Vampire Prince was as good as confirmed. The smoke was thicker now. Alexander was visibly weakening from the silver. The flames were closing in. The air was hot enough to scald. Then I saw it. There was a fire escape on the side of the building, just outside the window.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

She turned her head away, not facing me as she spoke. “Queen Vera and King Marcus are the leaders of the vampire race, and for the past 280 years, the human race too. They have one son named Anthony, though you don’t see him much.” My eyes widened. Anthony? It couldn’t be Anthony who turned me. ‘I am a noble among vampires.’ The letter said that, but if it is true… he is not a noble among vampires. He is the Prince to all vampires! She continued talking. “The capital is not far from here. Maybe a week away if you take a car, but only vampires can drive them. To get a ride you have to be willing to let them drink your blood. The castle is in the middle of the capital.”

” He thought to himself wryly with some amusement in his heart, thinking of the prince’s infatuation with the aforementioned general. “Of all people for the prince to harbour feelings for it has to be this Ice Prince. Truly pitiful as the result will only be an unrequited love, the gap between them is like Heaven and Earth. Though His Highness is a prince he lacks many things an matters of the heart should not involve one’s status especially if the love is pure or else it will merely be like a business dealing.” He thought to himself as he stepped back into the bed chamber to fetch the prince on the way grabbing a thin robe as he is certain the prince went to bed naked last night as usual. “