Balekin The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

I am Elena Algae, and I am nothing but a fraud. *** A few months ago, I was locked in a damp underground cell, the latest punishment from my so-called mate, Kaiser. Kaiser Alistair- the banished prince, the rogue Lycan, Alonso's step-brother, and the reason for all of this. He is the man who the moon goddess forced me to mate with

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

Gray quietly muttered beside Leon. “Yeah, there’s only one prince who lives up to his sadistic rumours. Prince Heath. They said that he’s the craziest one in the Bealaris; killing, raping, torturing. Even the king couldn’t do much about him. We bet- I mean, Xion thinks that since the king’s getting senile, Heath started to act on his own.” “So, you guys know your ways between the two countries, huh?” Leon smiled a little; he never saw men with such imposing aura like those two. “Of course, kid.” Keith smiled back at him.

The prince understood in simple terms, that the battle will be fought. He stood firm in the cleared circular space. Advancing further, he removed his dazzling sword from its sheath, and shouted, “Men of Muzagah! Today you have chosen to follow your leader to the grave. Your king has deceived you all. Do you choose to die for Banabella? This sounds stupid, you might say. Your king has channeled your souls to the pit of fire. Ah! Cursed humans. Today you will inherit what he has left as a legacy to you all. What he has bequeathed to his people – death. And I say this again, you are between death and a multitude of lions. Flee from death! I may consider giving you the chance to redeem your so

By the time the prince grabbed me by the waist, I had already pulled one of my knives, pressing the tip directly between his legs as I gave him a sweet smile over my shoulder. "There's no way," the king whispered in pure astonishment as he leaned over the railing to look down into the arena, but I didn't need to glance down to know what they saw, not when Bane was laughing in my head. Instead, I just raised my eyebrow at the prince before pressing the tip of the knife a little more firmly against his excuse of a cock. He dropped his hand from my waist, backing away as Bane continued to cackle in his enjoyment of their reactions.