Vicious Prince Novels & Stories

"Now give me your hand Ash, it should be easy letting him suck on the nerves at your wrist, don't be afraid Ash. I 'm here, I'll make sure that everything will be just right. I've seen you and the Prince together in the future, helping him right now is just the first step." My eyes move away from him to look at Prince Vincent's face lying on a pillow, I could hear a faint sound coming from his mouth. It's like he is dreaming of something, and then his brows twisted and his mouth quiver like he is in pain. I feel my heart suddenly bleed for him, to his body enduring an unspeakable illness due to a poison cause by his enemies. If I am the only person that could save him then perhaps I should

The next wave had arrived. Unknown POV The Prince really was a fool. A pathetic, ruled-by-his-cock fool. He’d had me. One clear chance to end this, and he’d abandoned his vampire pet to writhe in agony from the fire rose oil just to get his dick wet. It was laughably easy to slip away in the chaos, the vampire’s screams a sweet symphony as the toxin he’d foolishly ingested from her veins coursed through him.

He took down three strong bodyguards in one move, and they could not even get up anymore! Who was he? Why was he so powerful? "My wife and daughter have been kidnapped to be auctioned." Alexander glared at The Prince. "Yet you called them items? You're not going to hand them over? Okay, then." Alexander struck, delivering a lightning-fast slap. Blood flew everywhere as The Prince's face imploded. His nose was crushed instantly. Blood flew from his nose, eyes, and ears. His head was twisted as he flew backward. He landed with a thud on the floor as though he was a ragdoll. He twitched a few times and passed out.

The system remained silent for a moment before a new text scrolled across my vision. `Villain name: Kaelen.` `Status: Illegitimate Prince of the Veridian Empire.` `Objective: Ensure his survival. His death might lead to you dying here, unable to return to your world. I gasp. Kaelen? Illegitimate prince of the Veridian Empire? I freaking know that name. So they weren't just random fantasy labels. How could I forget 'Blood Oath: Save the Villain', a ridiculously difficult otome game I had been obsessed with. The one where the "villain," Prince Kaelen, was a tortured, morally character who, if not guided correctly—never done that—would inevitably unleash a wave of destruction upon the kingdom,

He leaned in slowly while tilting his head towards the side a soft blue shade overtaking what was once dark brown eyes his hair looked as if it was turning white during the process as well causing me to smile lightly while pushing the messily fallen hair back to stare into his eyes causing him to smirk for a moment before leaning back reverting back to his fully human form once again matching the other six boys with their brown eyes and hair. My smile drops as I turn to look at Ivan, catch his gaze already on me a bored look in his eyes as he stares at me causing me to glare at him. "Ylpeys, also known as pride or vanity for his constant thought of being better then anyone else, the thought

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

the boy said as he brushed William's face with spindly fingers. "What?! Who is he? And who are you?! How dare you lay your hands on Father!" William said as he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Now, now. It's a shame I can only see you for this short period of time. However, in time all will be clear. Kekeke... Goodbye, Prince William. Let's see if you live up to your name." the boy said as he grinned maliciously at William before a strong gust of wind billowed.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

“You’re working under Damien. He’s your king. Why do you want to stick your neck out helping me?” “Prince.” he corrected in pure hatred. “Not a king. But a prince. Even so, he disgraced his ancestors and mostly he disgraced his father. No matter how many times he claimed himself as a King, he would never be the true King of all vampires. He’s just a mindless child with a sickening obsession of creating the perfect soldiers.” “You didn’t answer why you wanted to help me.” “He has my sister,” he answered at last. “We both suffered in his hands. It’s time to return the favor.”