Vicious Prince Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

When he saw her in pain his chest ached badly. "Those bastards are dead." Ivan seethed reporting as he stood beside his boss who was busy untying the lace knot around her wrist and then moved to her legs. He grinded his molars, those motherfuckers got very easy death. If it was possible, he would have brought them alive and peel their skin and adopt all torturous method so that they call for death better than enduring his painful ministration. "A..Adan." Micaela called out his name and his dark intense eyes were already on her face. Her vulnerability and pain constrict his heart.

Damian's heart raced even faster, fueled by a mixture of fear and adrenaline, as he leaped after her to save her from the depths of despair. As they emerged from the water, gasping for air, the princess's tears mixed with the river's moisture on her cheeks. Her voice trembled with raw emotion as she turned to Damian and sobbed, "Why, Damian? How could you do this to me? How could you?" Damian's chest tightened with guilt as he witnessed her pain. His voice quivered as he choked back his own emotions, "I'm sorry, princess. I truly am. I never anticipated feeling like this after seeking revenge. I'm not a villain, but the hurt you caused led me down a path I couldn't avoid. You wounded me in a

“Now this feels even more weird seeing you are thousand year old, older than them. What a pervy old man.” “Pervy old man? I can assure you that you are the only girl who I have blessed with my attention as I am blessed to have yours and as for ‘old man’, I am very able, Rosa. Strong enough to take down a lion and faster than a cheetah. Not even the so called terminator in your action movie can defeat me in the battle of strength let alone an arm wrestling.” “That’s because you are an immortal vampire prince! Only fools would want try to take on you.”

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

He first bowed then responded while stuttering "My name is Reed and," Then paused for a minute still in physically pain from his bruises of being beaten up by someone. "Don't waste my time you dumb idiot beast, just tell me the valuable information you have!" I shouted impatiently. "It’s about the Vampires." he quickly muttered. That really got my attention when I heard the word "Vampires." I loathed each and every one of those filthy bloody creatures within every inch of my body. "What about them?" I urged him to continue. "The Vampire Prince specifically, he came to my house and took her." he replied.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

I was ready this time. I caught his wrist and literally twisted it, paralysing him. He shouted in pain and tried to get out of my grip but I wasn’t going to let him get away so easily after he’d hit me. I raised my other hand and curled it into a fist. I punched him real hard on the face and he fell pathetically. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered, angry now. I’d busted his lip and watched the blood ooze out. “Don’t you dare spit on my floor, dumbass or I’ll break you. You think that cuz I’m a Prince, I’m a weakling?”