Balekin The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Regardless, there has been recounts of the Great King Chrisbane who was not of pure silver mane. His effortless deeds that brought the people of Enoch to prosperity had not gone unnoticed. With each contribution to the people and a great love for peace, he founded treaties with neighbouring nations and fought for a peaceful nation. Though some of the noble houses may say he was uncouth and unlike what the people said, it remains engraved in the walls of history that King Chrisbane ascended the throne before his brothers albeit his dull grey hair. Mikhail stared at the creases in his sheets as he thought of how he was to act if he wanted to be acknowledged as a prince by the people. However,

Behind me, leaning against one of the pilasters, Caleb bursts out laughing. The prince smirks. “Oh, yeah? Now that’s something I’d like to see.” He motions to Caleb. “All right, Caleb. Let’s see if she’s all talk.” Caleb bows dramatically low. “It would be my pleasure, Your Highness.” Prince Levi grits his teeth. “Fuck off.” Obviously, he doesn’t like being addressed with his royal title. How interesting. Caleb laughs and walks back over, his boots muffled by the soft grass. He tosses me a dagger. I catch it, then shake my head and throw the blade into the soil.

Chapter 31 Caleb’s POV The office door slammed behind me with a sound that felt like a guillotine blade dropping. Evelyn was pacing the length of the Persian rug, her silk robe billowing around her ankles like white smoke. She looked like a goddess of war, if goddesses of war spent their mornings dealing with blue-tinted fiancés and suspicious French bakers. "Explain," she said. One word. Sharp. Cold. "Madame," I began, my hands tucked into my apron, "ze Prince... he has ze skin of a delicate grape. Some grapes, zey are green. Some, zey are red. Monsieur Alaric, he is... ze Concord."

The aristocratic features, the sharp cheekbones, the height, the dark hair, it was the exact mirror of their Crown Prince, carrying an aura of lethal command that Kaelen had never possessed. "Prince Draven," an older naval captain in the third pew whispered, his voice shaking with superstitious dread. He fell to his knees in the aisle, crossing his fists over his chest. "The dead prince lives." "He is an outlaw!" the royal inquisitor screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. "He is an exile stripped of his birthright! Kill him!" Before a single halberd could level in my direction, a sharp, metallic clatter echoed from the rear of the nave.

“Come, bathe, and refresh yourself, Prince Thaelen, son of Thorarin, king of the Concordia.” “Besafora and I will take care of you,” the dark-haired human man stood and offered his hand. “I am called Akaus.” Thaelen caught his father’s eyes as Thorarin rose to his feet. The king inclined his head slightly and reached out to put his hand on Sigrid’s shoulder, Thaelen’s blood slave hovering and watching wide eyed. Assured that his father would watch over her, Thaelen accepted Akaus’ hand and stood knowing that, in doing so, he was accepting Besafora and Akaus for the full sacrifice, but trusting that they would not have approached him had they not been assigned to do so, and they had been assi

“Yes?” “There’s something we have to tell you,” he started but his tone made my stomach drop. Are they going to reject me now, tell me that it was a mistake and that I wasn't fit for their Royal pack? “Kalean, Caspian, and I... we are princes,” Lucien said. “Kalean is the Alpha Prince”. The world seemed to stop as i stared at him replaying his words... the glass juice cup Lucien had handed me minutes ago slipped from my numb fingers…the juice spilled on the floor.

"Where are you going?" "To survive," Bernard pivoted, vanishing into a hidden alcove behind the tapestries. "You should do the same. The mob is at the gates, and they are armed with more than just pitchforks. They are armed with the truth—that their prince is a hollow shell and his protector is a monster." Kael didn't pursue him. He couldn't. His body slumped as the adrenaline faded, leaving behind a hollow, starving void that made his vision swim. He looked toward the dais. Prince Julian was scrambling toward his father, his face wet with tears, his armor discarded.

THEME : PRINCE AND MAID SEX Prince Kaleb had his hands full—a kingdom to run, that would probably be his, some day and two lovely boobs, heavy enough to best a goddess. He cupped his maid's tits, fondling them gently in the dark corridor. Elara moaned, gasping when he took one of the nipples in his mouth. "Shh,” Kaleb pulled away to whisper. “We can’t let anyone hear us, can we? My father's going to behead you and I'll be sent to the borders. It's a lose-lose babygirl,”

“A Lunaris ward? Against what? Honesty?” The prince’s jaw clenched. “Against collapse.” Alessia was stunned and dumbfounded. “C-Collapse?” Kael grabbed the charm and squeezed it so hard the metal bent. “She won’t need this.” The prince studied him quietly. “Your devotion is admirable but devotion does not change what tomorrow is.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “She will walk out of that arena.” The prince gave a faint bow. “We shall see.” Then, he left.

make sure that nothing was exposed, but overall she still looked very uncomfortable. "There you go. Eat some food. You will feel better." The maid encouraged her. She opened up the lid covering the platter and it revealed a generous portion of meat, potatoes, and a cup of broth. The warmth and the smell of the fresh food comforted her greatly and Sylvia immediately dug in. Slowly and hesitantly at first, but soon she gulped down everything present on the plate. The maid, who was patiently waiting for her, standing on the side promptly took the empty platter away. "If you are still hungry, I can bring you some more?" She asked gently. Sylvia hurriedly nodded. She hadn't eaten anything for wh