Balekin The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Him. Elara crawled to a small hollow at the base of a rock, tucking herself into its shadows. She pressed her palms to the ground, letting her magic sink into the earth. Her heartbeat slowed, but the memory of his crimson gaze refused to leave her mind. The Dark Prince—Kael—was real. He wasn’t a threat from a storybook or a nightmare. He had found her.

"And anyone who moves toward this stage will answer to the Royal House of Mecklenburg." Vance froze, his foot hovering over the first step. His face drained of color as he felt the sheer, crushing power radiating from the man holding his consort. "You... you're a traveler. A stray." "I am the Crown Prince of the Lycan Kingdom," Menelik corrected, the blade drawing a single, tiny bead of dark, sluggish blood from Zebub’s neck. "And I am here to ensure that the truth is heard before any more blood is wasted on lies."

My hand clenched into a fist. Malachai’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “So, you still think you can lead… still think you can protect. And yet here you are, chained like a pup.” I swallowed hard, fear and anger twisting into a knot in my stomach. “I’m not the same boy you threw away,” I said, voice trembling but firm. “I am Kaelen. Alpha of Velkorin. And I will not be intimidated by you.” His laughter echoed through the hall, cold and mocking. “Kaelen, Kaelen… so brave, so foolish. Do you even understand the blood you carry? Or has the curse your mother left you made you stupid?”

He was a king, and his pride would not let him. "The ceremony is over." He then declared to the remaining guests who stood up to leave. Hours passed, and neither Raziel nor the knights and soldiers sent to look for him were back. The king was angry, and no one in the castle dared to misbehave. Raziel has given him yet another enemy. The king of Baelington didn't say anything about starting a war, but he knew better. The king's pride was hurt by the prince's embarrassment. He was also angry about his daughter's maltreatment.

The guards did not recognize the princess when they saw her. They just saw another Naga trying to retaliate against the king. “Let’s kill her and bring her head to the king” one guard suggested. “If you want your head to decorate the king’s lair then you can go ahead and kill her.” King Caleb was ruthless and enjoys killing his enemies with his own bare hands. Killing this Naga woman and denying the king the pleasure would be a mistake.

Kaila took a pause, schooling her expression into something less frenzied but no less dramatic. “Very well, my king. But the facts are clear. Your son, was struck in the face with a bow—bleeding—by a boy who cannot control his rage. And now, your court whispers of Prince Cavil’s cruelty. They call him dangerous, violent, a disgrace and he needs to be punished severely.” Her voice rose again, trembling with theatrical despair.

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

However, fate had a different plan in store for her. As the dreaded lycan prince, Adrian Caleb, arrived at the pack estate, Alessia's life took an unexpected turn. Adrian was captivated by her beauty and spirit, and he took her away from the pack to be his personal maid and live with him. Alessia, although initially hesitant, found solace in Adrian's presence. With time, their bond deepened, and Adrian realized that Alessia was the girl he had been waiting for to assume the throne as the Alpha King.

Silently, Keziah walked out of the office with her head bowed in embarrassment. After it came to her realization that Ash was a king, she had been trying to settle things between them and have him back because, after all, he was her mate, but to no avail. When her father, Alpha Kepha, knew about Ash being her mate but she rejected him out of Larrisa's threats, he had been pressuring her to get back with him. Her father was thirsty for royalty, and he kept on saying that if she became her Majesty, he would get to gain the royal image as well.

"Vivian, I really have something important to discuss with you this time. If you promise not to run after you take the candy, I can give it to you, okay?" Alen rubbed his head like he had a headache. He sighed helplessly and looked up at me in the tree. But the leaves on the branches made him unable to see my face, so he could only coax me as good-natured as before. "I only listen to Delia and Kral," I mentioned Kral's name unhappily. If it wasn't for Delia and keeping my promise, I wouldn't be here. I suddenly remembered that Kral was the Prince of Alen, and I shrugged my nose unhappily and shouted at him. "Alen, if you want a witch to do something for you, there's a price to pay, okay?"