All Chapters of The Vampire Prince And Her: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct. In his moment of vengeance, he had forgotten about the woman in the cloak that was casting the spell on him. With the tips of his sharp claws, he felt Fragor’s heart; the red in his eyes reflected in the ones of his torturer, only that Fragor appeared to be scared. Yes, his torturer was scared, an emotion he had neither seen nor felt in him before. He was about to rip out of his heart, ending him once and for all, when an invisible wave seized his own heart. Reign fell backward before his entire body spasmed violently, lying on the floor. Fragor was back on his feet, looking down at him twitching, with a rage that

The next afternoon, the castle was in a total bloodbath. Everywhere Regin went, his brother followed; the two of them decorated the magnificent palace walls with red and black bloods of demons and vampires alike. Mainly, it was he who eliminated anyone on sight. Since they were in the palace and serving Fragor, they were guilty, he decided. A fragment of their hostility was enough reason to kill them. Fragor must have thought the sun and the runes would be enough to stop him. He might not be wrong under ordinary circumstances. Poor Magnus gasped like a dying fish whenever they took shelter after walking under the sun. The multiple layers of cloaks were not enough to protect a vampire from the burning ray of light. And, his brother was a quite powerful vampire himself though he did not have extra powers. Reign stood in the sunlight, draped in a single layer of a cloak, as his mental threats spread wide. Demons and sorcerers, hired by Fragor, screeched loudly. Most did not even reco

In no time, they closed in on her. Her bullets only scratched them. The claws came into her face and she ducked, heading straight to the door. Once she left this place, she would never come back, wouldn’t be able to do so.She shot backward for cover. Pieces of furniture and walls flew around. Pain shot through her back. A set of claws had pierced her back. Another slash landed across her arm, making her nearly drop her Glock 17. She gritted, to take the last step to get away from the frenzy vampires. It failed.“Son of a…” She was thrown to the floor before someone stepped on her left palm. She bit back the scream. Were they crushing her fingers? Another foot kicked away the gun in her right hand. The dark cloaks towered over her, blocking the light completely. Danica lolled her head before another vampire stepped on her hair. She bit down on her lip to swallow another scream. Time to stop showing her weakness to them. Her eyes jumped to the corner between their feet.A few of them

Too damn late! Danica prepared to attack her enough to get herself out of the car. She was already raising her hand from the seat but had to put it in her hair instead because Monica spat, “What a load of crap! Don’t worry, Dani. I never believe in those pathetic humans. They all report fucking nonsense day and night.” She pretended to comb her hair and mumbled something incomprehensible even to herself. “What? Didn’t catch that.” “I said you’re right. That’s—” she lied through her teeth. “That’s a load of crap, obviously.”“Right?” she shook her head. “Why would you curse our prince? It’s not even possible. He’d know! Besides, you had feeli

She knew little about the vampire family aside from King Magnus and Queen Campana, and ‘him’, of course. Back in the room, Danica slumped back into the nearest chair. The news did not interest her. As though responding to her thought, Monica said from the balcony, “We might hear about the prince if one of the royal family is here. I doubt somebody would update about him on social media, at this point. Let’s go out…maybe tomorrow night…when you have enough rest.”She almost felt like she had cursed herself, cursing him. A weight settled in her chest. She was not entirely aware of how she responded. Her mouth moved and uttered an agreement.A full-length mirror stood at the opposite wall. A good amount of concealer hid the ugly marks. The slashes were healing faster than ever; the scabs had even gone. Still, they would be more than obvious on her bare face. She had thought about what Ignis might have done: taking his power back was what it was. He was a demon; what had she expected?B