Novel & Cerita Balekin The Cruel Prince

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.

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.

Then reality returned and slapped me in the face. This was Prince Caleb. Future king of the Lycans. A walking emotional disaster wrapped in expensive black clothing, and I was… whatever the hell I was becoming. The room suddenly felt too small. Outside, Princess Lena exhaled sharply. “If you do not open this door, I will come in myself.” I panicked instantly. “Can she do that?” “Yes.” “What?!” Caleb finally looked mildly annoyed. “Unfortunately.” I turned in frantic circles trying to think. There were no good hiding places. Massive room. Beautiful furniture. Completely useless for survival.

And she was about to see things from the past that could not be undone. A wolf of black and white, and then a wolf that’s as black as night. Mouth drawn back in a snarl, a grin. A terrifying creature which was composed of teeth, white, and bones, fur. The beasts had crescent marks on their forehead. It was the King of the past, the Alpha. The Alpha and his father, whose name is Banaua. It was the turnover of the Kingdom. Where Prince Bathal was proclaimed as the young King of Shaldan and in the middle of the aisle — of the crowd was the beautiful Queen, Galathea.

It was just a flesh wound but he yelled and fell back blood seeping through his robes, ‘Did you think I was joking? I’m sure I can convince a judge it was self defence from a rapist’ She sneered and Caleb turned to the Prince his eyes black with anger, ‘You raped her?’ ‘No, no, she’s lying I did not rape her’ The Prince protested his Guards helping him to his feet, ‘Not because he did not want to though was it Khalid? You stopped at actually raping me because you knew Caleb would kill you if you did’

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?