Vampire Prince Novels & Stories

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Prince Andre stormed the vampire and smashed it through one of the flimsy window shutters. Prince Andre was almost no match for the vampire that was shredding him to pieces. The vampire started to scream in agony as the first rays of sunlight hit him. He tried to get back into his shed but without being able to use his vampire strength in daylight prince Andre gained the upper hand. Prince Andre used all his strength to keep the vampire outside, watching the vampire’s flesh being burnt off. Prince Andre felt his own heart failing him, ‘The gunshot must be fatal then,’ he thought, biting the vampire where the flesh was already exposed. Prince Andre willed himself to drink the vampire’s bl

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

Shoving a hand through his hair raggedly his eyes met mine, and for the first time I saw him look unsure, uncomfortable. “Sloane.” His voice was low and sounded like he was in pain, “I’m a vampire Sloane.”

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One Alexander’s POV "We ventured deep into the treacherous woods, father," the Prince began, his voice steady. "Under the moon's luminous embrace, our pack united, strong and relentless. With courage in our hearts, we faced the dreaded vampire horde." He continued, detailing the fierce battles and the hardships they endured during their quest to defeat the vampire menace. Each word painted a vivid picture of the clashes between the Lycans and the vampires, describing the Lycans' valor and the relentless nature of the vampire queen's forces.

Even in the pale light of the early morning, I could see the faint shimmer of blood-red eyes—unmistakably vampiric. “Duke, stay in the car,” I ordered sharply, knowing he wasn’t in any shape to fight. I heard his mumbled protest, but didn’t take my eyes off the figure long enough to face him. The rest of my men flanked me immediately, weapons drawn and at the ready. “Graeme Buchanan,” a familiar voice said and my jaw clenched. “Hello Zachary. If you wanted a rematch this badly you should have just asked.” The vampire prince stepped closer, his movements unnaturally fluid. His youth was deceiving; despite looking no older than twenty, his power radiated like a

It was a message from Adrian. A picture. He had managed to wash my haughty Persian cat, who was now sitting meekly in the bathtub, perfectly clean. "I got Princess all clean. She scratched me three times," he wrote, adding a pouting emoji. I laughed out loud and closed the news article. Impossible. The Vandermere Prince, rumored to be so ruthless that the entire vampire world trembled at his name, couldn't possibly be my sweet, simple vampire who bathed cats and got scratched in the process.

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.