Balekin The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Tj repeats “Well now we confess” “That’s not how-“ Before Cole could have a valid crash out at Tj the small window seated between the booths open up and someone speaks. “Confession” a voice says from the other side, smooth and bored “State your sins” Tj doesn’t miss a beat and says “Bless me Father, for I’m about to sin” There’s a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “Bold” the voice says “Proceed” Something clicks beneath the bench, the wooden wall behind us shifts- opening as cold air blows from the candle lit stairs going down.

Our King Aldrich and Queen Helena are blessed with two charming prince Elder prince Sargon and younger prince Elijah, Taliis is one of the mightiest kingdoms of all other kingdom out there, our army strength and number was most feared and renowned in entire northern part. Elder prince ‘Sargon’ personal used to train and prepare every solider for battlefield, he was considered as most ruthless and most feared man of entire northern part, Elder prince was title with name of ‘Death’ since his cold and dangerous demeanor was sufficient to dominate his victims and even his swords skills were explicit, on contrast there was younger prince Elijah who more into learning literature and art and he was

I Dreckos was so surprised to know some hidden truths about the true identity of their Queen Lea. Their Queen’s full name is Asalea. She is the only heir to the throne of the Knostican Kingdom, which no longer exists right now. The said Kingdom, two years ago has been attacked by the Ecleteon Werewolves and no Knostikan Vampires survived except for the only daughter of the King and Queen who happened to have the ability to disappear. She was able to escape and no news about her since then has been heard. The name of the Knostican Princess is ASALEA.

Julian whispered, trailing a soft finger down my spine, making my skin crawl, "if you play the perfect, adoring Princess for the cameras... I will order the guards to give him a swift, merciful death. A clean decapitation." ​Julian grabbed the heavy golden collar around my neck, pulling me slightly toward him. ​"But if you embarrass me," the Prince hissed, "I will have the handlers release the Acid-Crawlers. And you will watch your Alpha dissolve alive in the sand." ​I looked down at the arena. Kaelen finally raised his head. Even from a hundred feet above, I could see his amber eyes lock onto mine. He didn't look afraid. He looked like a storm gathering on the horizon.

Twins are an abomination in the Kingdom of Varnholt. By law, the mother and both children are to be beheaded—no exceptions, not even for the Queen. To save her children, the Queen makes an impossible choice. She keeps her newborn son, Amias, as the kingdom's beloved heir and secretly sends her daughter, Azubah, away to be raised in the distant hills. Seven years later, the prince is dead. With the kingdom on the brink of chaos, the Queen returns for the daughter she abandoned, forcing Azubah to bury her name and become Prince Amias—the heir to a throne built on a lie. Now, surrounded by ruthless nobles, deadly conspiracies, and enemies lurking within the palace walls, Azubah m

If I did, they would catch us. “Keep moving!” I shouted, turning to glance at him. His face was pale, covered in sweat, his eyes wide with fear. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Kings weren’t supposed to look like this. But he was not a god, after all. And people broke under pressure. “John, I—” His words were cut off by a violent cough. I could tell he was struggling, but there was no time for sympathy. We had to get out. Fast.

His sword slipped from his hand. Before him, they all stood. Silent. Dressed in black. There was no triumph in their faces. This wasn't victory. It was cleansing. Order through blood. "The throne is no longer yours," one whispered. Kael raised his head. His crimson eyes still burned. And then, he said only: "It was never yours. And as long as you serve the new ruler— it never will be." The final blow struck his heart. The demon prince collapsed, the cold, damp earth swallowing his body.

She sighted Damien and her entire fears vanished, his gaze was fixed on her, letting her know that he wasn’t giving up, even though her entire faith was uncertain at least she preferred Damien than another person in here. No one else had seem to notice the Prince’s presence, he was the last person to expect at bidding for a slave, he stayed quiet at the back corner, he had given strict instruction to the auctioneer not to dare introduce him, from where he was he could see Duke Sebastian boasting to others two he got the violet eyed slave first, the Prince didn’t know what he loved more, kicking Sebastian off his high horse or having the girl. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of the vam

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

I was so nervous and sweating that I missed most of what was happening until the guards took the old man out of sight. I sighed in relief and moved on to look at the beautiful woman and her companion, who now stood up and bowed to the King. The companion turned out to be the ruler of Colchis kingdom. Ugh! So this fragile damsel was Bella. I instantly hated her. "Your Majesty, I apologize for this abrupt, uninvited visit. Apparently, my daughter, Arabella, has taken quite a fancy to the Grand Duke. She is very stubborn and did not want to wait until she heard back from the Prince. If Your Majesty allows it, I would like to propose that Bella stays here for a couple of days and---"