Romans & histoires Balekin The Cruel Prince

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---"

She cannot dictate the future Duchess of Araceli, and if Siebel was wrong, the great Kalani of all Elementals. ****😔😌****

he continued. The Black Prince who wore all black clothes with a golden lion ornament on his chest that night, seemed to smile cynically while tilting his head. "A sheep." ‘Sheep? You call Prince Alexander a sheep?!’ shrieked Queen Minerva as her eyes widened. ‘How dare this rotten brat dares to insult my son!’ cursed the Queen of Anarka in her heart. The guests looked tense at the debate and started eavesdropping. The Black Prince raised an eyebrow. “I only offer lamb bolsters, Queen. Weren't you the one who said 'Prince Alexander is a sheep'?" he asked back, laughing slyly.

“So this is the girl.” Nothing else. Those five words stung the air like a whip crack. Bailey tried to be polite despite the heavy tension. She bowed slightly and introduced herself with good manners. “It is an honor to meet you. Thank you for visiting.” No one responded. The silence stretched uncomfortably. My stepbrother, Prince Kael circled her slowly like livestock at market. His sharp eyes took in every detail. He commented on her scent, her height, and her appearance with open mockery. “Are you always this thin?” he asked with false curiosity. Bailey grew visibly uncomfortable but held her ground without retreating.

You are not a human with compassion and pity! You are Prince, you are Prince of the Vampire nation! And when I die, you will be the leader of this clan! You are the next king!" shouted his father loudly. The old man no longer understands the child's way of thinking. Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Prince? Vampire? If only I could choose, I'd rather be born into a very poor human family than live as a Vampire Prince whose only goal is to avenge his entire clan!" Smack!

Theodore opened the boundary and they walked in. "By the way Alistair, how did you get the box so quickly?" Theodore asked. "I came here with Gad last night and spoke to Elena and she got me the box." "Oh! I had no idea." "You were sleeping." Alistair replied. Theodore looked over at Kelan who was looking round with wonder. "Kelan, this is my kingdom Hades." he told him. "So you are like the ruler right?" Kelan asked. "No, I am the crown prince, my father King Rason is the king."

I opened my mouth and let out a rumbling growl right into his face. I held my mouth open over his face, letting him see my canines, letting him feel my breath, and taste my drool. I wanted them to be the last things he felt and saw before he died. I growled and snarled at him and then brought my canines down to rip his face off. “Haha, silly boy. You thought you had me beat huh? That's so funny. I am Prince Balan, you are no challenge for me little pup,” he said in a mocking voice as he reached up and wrapped his hand around my throat.

She asked the Kelvin guy. "The Brown clan keeps their word." Another voice, deeper compared to the rest and carrying much authority, roared from behind Kelvin. "This is our leader, my Lordess. He is King Peterson, the leader of the Brown clan." The Kelvin guy bowed first at Camila and Ash and then at his leader, who stepped forward with his little boy curled in his strong hands. "Nice to meet you, and this is what we want," Camila and Ash said in unison while smiling at each other meaningfully.

“You speak boldly for someone so… delicate.” I crossed my arms. “Delicate? I’ll have you know I’ve survived death, reincarnation, and at least two lectures on vampire table manners. I’m basically indestructible.” He chuckled. It was a deep, genuine sound that rolled through me in a way I did not appreciate. “You’re amusing. I can see why the prince watches you.” That caught me off guard. “The prince?” “Lucien,” Kael said simply. “Golden eyes. Cold smile. Always calculating.”