Balekin The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

The system remained silent for a moment before a new text scrolled across my vision. `Villain name: Kaelen.` `Status: Illegitimate Prince of the Veridian Empire.` `Objective: Ensure his survival. His death might lead to you dying here, unable to return to your world. I gasp. Kaelen? Illegitimate prince of the Veridian Empire? I freaking know that name. So they weren't just random fantasy labels. How could I forget 'Blood Oath: Save the Villain', a ridiculously difficult otome game I had been obsessed with. The one where the "villain," Prince Kaelen, was a tortured, morally character who, if not guided correctly—never done that—would inevitably unleash a wave of destruction upon the kingdom,

The class fractures into moral camps. I don’t speak. Not because I don’t have an opinion. But because I understand the answer depends on who holds the power. After class, Klein stops me. “Vellarius,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “You’re quiet.” “I prefer listening.” “And what do you hear?” Fear. Ambition. Ignorance. “Pattern,” I answer instead. She studies me for a moment, then nods slowly. “Be careful with that.” With what? Pattern recognition?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Cynrad whispered annoyingly to me so I looked at the prince who was looking at me while smiling. "Ganon?" I will ask. I smiled at the prince, why would I serve this creature? I took the food close to me then started eating, Bael and Cynrad's eyes widened as they Pavel lost the smile on his face. "What are you doing?" Bael asked me angrily. I smiled at the prince and then showed him the food I had eaten. "It's delicious, try to pick it up and eat it." I said and sighed again, Bael and Cynrad's jaw dropped because of what I said.