Balekin The Cruel Prince の小説・ストーリー

While the youth's face paled in shock, he hollered, "How dare you! I am a prince of the Jormund Empire! If you—" "Don't care!" Caleb snapped, beheading him even before he could finish. He tried to force himself on Tia right in front of him—it didn't matter who it was, as such sinister behavior deserves death! "He's a prince of the Jormund Empire?!" Tia exclaimed. "And he pretends to be a rogue cultivator and tries to humiliate me!" As she complained, she walked up and crushed the severed head under her foot before kicking him in the balls!

He looked less like a dying beast and more like a king preparing for a crusade. Later that night, the manor was a tomb of silence. Kaelor sat at the heavy oak desk in our shared suite, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a stack of yellowed ledgers in the other. "You move like a ghost, Aradaa," he said, not looking up. "My men are terrified of you. They’ve started calling you the Viper Prince." "Better than the 'Pretty Sacrifice,'" I muttered. I leaned over the desk to look at the maps of the city. "Any word from the docks?"

“He spends all his time protecting one human only to jump at the opportunity to be the first to kill ten of them.” I try to keep my face neutral. The prince told me he was forced to participate in this competition, but Ava is making it sound like he wanted to. Like he was excited to kill my people. I know Ava isn’t reliable and that she’s probably trying to mess with me. On the other hand, outside of me and, by extension, Molly, I’ve never seen the prince do anything to help humankind. “The banquet is being held while we wait for the participants to complete their task,” Ava explains to me as we come upon the banquet hall doors. “It’s only natural that you would serve werewolves at the banqu

Anything would have been better than standing between a prince and an Alpha while the entire pack watched the cracks spread. The priest recovered first. “Prince Kael,” he said, gentler now, because gentleness could be another kind of control. “Your concern has been heard. Elara will not be touched unless necessary.” Concern. Kael’s face hardened. “That is not what this is.” The denial came too fast. Too sharp. Elara felt it strike something inside her, though she did not know why it hurt. Of course, it was not a concern. Concern was soft. This was something else.

"I am kneeling before the true lineage of this territory, Kaelen. Your father used us as live bait. He sent us into this bottleneck to be buried under an avalanche just to kill the Northern army. Elena saved our lives. Richard is a tyrant, and you are a blind prince." The words hit Kaelen like a physical blow. He staggered, his pale skin turning almost translucent as he looked at me. The golden Alpha aura around his frame flared weakly, fighting against the heavy toll the blood witch had taken from his life force. He looked small. He looked broken.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

Nathan asked Elijah who smiled at my mate. “You are a man I respect Prince Nathan; I give you that” Elijah said smiling, his eyes meeting Nathan’s I saw honesty in them “I am Elijah, son of Princess Vanessa daughter of King Alexander of the vampire kingdom and a maiden he had, a witch named Bianca, my father is Deniz, King of The Sea, making me your older brother” His brown eyes met mine then Ashton’s as he revealed his mark, the mark looking like mine and Ashton’s, meaning that he was telling the truth.

"I doubt Titania needs your assistance." His eyes traveled from Jayce to Beckett's arm. A sneer curled his lip. Another slice of cold pressed on Bailey and then she was out of Beckett's arms. She turned to the Summer Prince. He was clutching his arm to his chest, his fingers withered and skeletal. He didn't say anything, didn't make a sound of pain. But it had to hurt. Bailey whirled, eyes flashing. "Undo it, now." She stepped into Arawn, poking his chest sharply. "Don't you dare hurt what is mine!"

Thus while they find the prince amiable in all manner they do not believe he garners any respect as a person. Being a constant companion of the prince over the years, Lan Xin is well versed in reading the prince's action thus never taking offense in the prince's behavior. While his comments may be brash and rude he doesn't mean any harm merely playful flirting and teasing. he was never hurtful towards another. So despite the scandalous looks thrown his way Xin simply smiled indulgently and listened to the prince's complaints of the royal tutor.

Then he burst out laughing. The sound rolled through the water, deep and brutal. It bounced off the coral walls and came back doubled. His guards shifted uncomfortably, fins twitching, but none dared join in. Laughter from them would be death. Bale’s face went pale with shame, his tail lashing against the sand, stirring up clouds that couldn’t hide him. He was forty, the son of an elder, kneeling in his own filth before a boy-king. The laughter stopped as suddenly as it started. The king’s face went cold. His eyes were flat now, like deep water with no bottom.