Vicious Prince Novels & Stories

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.”

“Yes…everyone hates the Dark Prince. No kid wants me as their friend. Mr. Blue understood me, but…but, they killed him.” My tear-stained cheek was wiped by my little hands, only for fresh tears to occupy them. “I’m Ambroz, my father is a Vampire Elder. Don’t cry? I’ll be your friend,” I walked towards him, taking one last look at my cat. “Y-You’re not scared?” He nodded a ‘no’. “I’m Javier Zapetero, the Crown Prince.” ~Back to reality~ “You helped me bury Mr. Blue that day,” I stated, only for his hands to wrap around my shoulder blade. We walked around the palace, conversing and reminiscing the good old days.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

I could tell I would easily like her as I got to know her. “Sorry, er, Elizabeth,” he said losing track of what he was going to say. “Prince Eric has been poisoned,” the doctor said immediately. “How?” Elizabeth asked, as I sat up trying to understand what had happened. We both fought the same wolves. I did not feel ill, I thought to myself.

“Alpha prince, the bastard attempted to sexually assault your mate. If I was a little later, then I am afraid he could have done his evil motive.” “That son of a fucking bitch!”

Why is her heart still hurting so much? 2016... "Flash!" "I don't want to marry her! What is that family marriage! Let's just say it's good! But it's not her? I am the crown prince of this country who needs her?! " "You don't need to know what Annie Hathtrick is! But you already have someone you love!" Robert was frustrated, picked up the porcelain vases from the Renaissance and threw them on the floor without sparing his hands. Interrupting, he turned to walk away, leaving Annie Hathtrick and Davis Pringle and Vivian Burmain to watch in a restless mood.