Vicious Prince Novels & Stories

The moment stretched until Marvin finally collapsed against him, breathless and shaken. Marvin pulled away, but they weren't done... no, it was only getting started, and Prince Victor's lips were swollen and slightly bruised—a little of what his ass would be in a moment...to the world Marvin was the royal bitch, but behind closed doors...every action showed who the bitch truly was...and it wasn't him

His brow furrowed for he had seen pairs from the women he had gone to bed with before, but none had such slender and creamy legs as the prince. Venom's hand prickled. He had the desire to touch Prince Killian for a brief moment but quickly snarled at himself for allowing foolish things to distract him. He quickly rose to his feet, bringing himself up to eye level with the prince. "Here's your villain." With an expressionless face, he showed Prince Killian the eight-legged critter and tossed it away. The prince forced a smile and mumbled in a feeble voice, "Thank you." Venom exhaled sharply and in a pissed voice answered, "Fix yourself, your highness, and stop being a wus-" he didn't finish h

“In whatever form you deem necessary for our blatant defiance.” “You are in no position to negotiate SLAVE.” Silas barked viciously, though his tone became slightly amused with a sharp edge the next time he spoke. “If I didn’t know any better, I would believe you care for the witch.” Vincent growled but before either of us could react, the Prince raged my head to the side and violently pierced the flesh with his fang, tearing deeper than was needed before pulling back his head and licking his lips. I groaned in pain, my body collapsing forward into him.

’ [Alpha Six, ready to take this fucking sadist Prince and his sick followers down Boss. When her men had learned of how sick and twisted Khalid was their hatred of him had grown exponentially, they were determined to bring him down and finish him for good regardless of the cost to themselves. Such evil could not be allowed to live in their world and if he dared to harm so much as a single hair on their little Mafia Princesses head his death would be slow and extremely painful.

“ come on in “ prince stiles urged her in a fool voice, she looked at her prince Alden to save her and only met his eyes. Smiling wickedly after bolting the door, prince stiles looked at princess Amelia with through hatred in his eyes. Princess Amelia knowing that she was in trouble beganw beginning him, while the prince calmly approached princess Amelia , and gripped her beautiful chin. “did you see how the son of a bitch insulted me, all because of you uhhh” he said as he gripped her chin harder making sure his claws were biting through it. Shivering with pain princess Amelia, begged for mercy but that seemed to make prince stiles more furious. After a couple minutes of griping of princess

Prince Nicholas demanded, his voice a mixture of shock and anger. “Your father was a nuisance, constantly thwarting my plans to kill him. But finally, we trapped him, leaving him no escape, and I seized my chance to end him. Enough of this,” General Victor declared with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Alex Dark King, I know you’re watching. I have a proposition for you. Eliminate Prince Nicholas, and I’ll reward you with $100 million. There will be no retaliation, as I intend to eradicate all of the King’s lineage.”

Just like his father, the first Prince was obsessed with power and was ruthless about obtaining it. With his face in form of that of the Vhamphaya demon, the Prince came out to meet his father in the middle of the field, moving at a blinding speed that none could follow his steps. On reaching his father in the middle of the day, his body busted up in flames, with his roar of agony echoing through the mountains. Right before his eyes, Oekazi watched his son burn, and before anyone could cover him from the sun, he turned into ashes. The agonizing death of the prince did not stop Oekazi, instead, he took more precautions, seeing that the sun didn't agree with the power he sought, the second and

The once formidable assailants, now ensnared by the tendrils of lust, experienced a harrowing transformation, their vitality sapped and their bodies ravaged by an affliction that mirrored the ravages of severe HIV/AIDS. Their agonized cries pierced the air, a haunting testament to the devastating consequences of crossing paths with the Prince of Lust. Asmo, his countenance a mask of grim resolve, surveyed the grim tableau before him, a stark reminder of the price of defying his authority. The confrontation had culminated in a chilling display of Asmo's indomitable power, leaving a haunting impression on the once-ferocious assailants, serving as a grim warning to any who dared to challenge th

the announcer stutters out, only to be cut off. “Zedkiel Vilkas.” The prince says in his deep, sinister voice. His tone almost daring anyone to challenge him. Even his siblings dare not stare too long. And those foolish enough to, quickly avert their gaze when his eyes falls on them. As he comes closer, descending, everyone is quick to drop their gaze. Glimpses of fragmented memory I wasn’t sure were mine, flashes before my eyes. Cold, malicious, gold-green eyes staring at me… The smell of blood, and cold dread washes through me.

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”