Profane Prince Of Domination 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?

He said firmly. “I am not interested in keeping another advisor, your majesty.” I firmly refused. “I am the king and my words are order, Prince Dominic Direken.” I gritted my teeth at his words, my hands clenching into fists. I didn’t want my slave mate around me. “When he gets to you, you can get rid of him and pull your reputation deeper into the mud, so much that you get rejected as crown prince” His words were a threat. My jaws clenched as I stared at him before unclenching my jaw and swallowing hard.

Barbarity has no boundaries, it's the human's dirty pleasure in something evil that haunts a pure soul and it has no limits, no restrictions, all that depends on the tiers of lunacy residing inside the mind of the perpetrator. We might perceive prince as an impulsive, dark and affluent character who is powerful enough to captivate a woman against her will but what we failed to notice was the demon hiding under his flesh. The demons that he was restraining from overtaking his feeble human pathetic emotions, freezing the irrational attachment of a mortal with another mortal being and turning into a monster, devoid of warmth and forgiveness.

* Prince Vincent * "This day is one of the best in my entire life! Today I get to fight with an heir to the throne! I get to fight with the next Alpha King!" His voice echoes in every direction, the voice of a dominant wolf. As my body transformation is finally obtained I notice how his coat bristles and his ears begin to stood more erect. The words he cried out inflicting a noisy mess from my warriors behind me. "Oh! Let me tell everyone that, no one should interfere in this battle! This is just between me and the Prince!"

I demanded. “No one in their right mind would hand over a whole kingdom to an imbecile like you. Haven’t you been listening!? They need a royal familiar to keep the evil spirits away! It’s a ceremony for your familiars.” I blinked and allowed him to pull me back to my feet. “Wow. You really are a nerd. You got all that just by listening?” “I am a PRINCE.” The way that he said it was like it was already common knowledge. “Yeah yeah. We get that already.” I sighed and returned my gaze to Serena. “So...how does this work?”

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

Damien rolled his eyes at the aggressive prince " we've been friends since we were children Eric, you should know your harsh remarks don't work on me" The prince glared at his protector " you want me to kill you before you'll keep quite?!" Damien smiled at the Threat " you are only saying that. Now tell me what really happened " The price they're asking for a couple of seconds with a scornful look then he drowned another cup of alcohol and his expression relaxed considerably " my father wants me to use my soulmate as a sex toy"

I was so absorbed I couldn’t look away from the band. They were playing “Tenerife Sea” by Ed Sheeran. I didn’t realize how lost I was in the music until the song ended and until Crow spoke. “You look like a possessed monkey.” I blinked, snapping back to reality. “Wait… what?!” I whispered sharply, making sure only he could hear me. “You look like a possessed monkey,” he repeated. “What did you say?” I repeated, making sure what I heard was right. “You look like a possessed monkey.” he said, completely serious.

Sage. There were no lies in his voice when he called himself the Prince of Black Crest. There was a conviction of identity as he spoke. He had no reason to lie. However, I drowned in utter disbelief as I tried to understand why Dominic would want to be a prince. He did not seem like the princely type. He did not seem like the people’s person or choice nor did he seem charismatic in anyway or form. In fact, he was more of the silent and mysterious type.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …