Books Like Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

The Crown Prince frowns, reaching for his glass. As he does, the servant behind him – a tall man, too well-built for a server – draws a stiletto blade from his sleeve. I gasp, skittering back a little even as one of my hands reaches out for the prince. But there’s nothing I can do as the servant draws the blade raw across the Crown Prince’s throat. The Prince’s eyes go wide as blood spills down his front, his hand falling away from the cup, as he gasps and slumps forward.

And I, Prince Arden, was either a threat to be controlled or a tool to be forced into position. My fists clenched. I wanted to break him. To drive my knuckles into his mouth until he couldn’t speak names like Cassandra’s with filth on his tongue. But I didn’t. Because violence would be what he wanted. Violence would make me the unstable prince. Violence would give my father justification. Violence would turn this into a story where I was the villain and Nala was the wronged woman and her uncle was the righteous protector. So I kept my hands still.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

the warrior's deep voice echoed through the silent hall. A wave of murmurs instantly swept through the crowd. "How humiliating..." "The human princess is being bound to a piece of steel." Mother looked like she was about to faint, and Lisa covered her face. The dragons were openly laughing now. It was a blatant insult meant to show everyone exactly how worthless I, a human bride was to the Dark Prince. I swallowed the burning lump of humiliation in my throat, then kept my spine straight, staring directly at the old seer. "Proceed," I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me.

Just wait, and this could be your worst nightmares. "Well, well, well! I thought that the great Werewolf King Alcatraz was so powerful. But it turned out to be inside a girl's body? What a shame! You could have chosen a stronger body, Your Highness." Their alpha spoke and laughed like a real devil. What is he talking about, a werewolf king and a body? "I don't know what you are talking about. Just let me go, you f*cking bastards!" Pryce angrily yelled as she tried to be free from the ropes binding her wrists.

And after the Prince fell in deep sleep from drinking, Harrold lifts Prince Russel's face and squeezed it. "You seem defenseless now, your highness. If I can only put a large slit on your throat, or mutilate your blood stained limbs... but even if I do all that, it still won't be enough for all the lives you taken." Harrold took a thick book and hit it on the unconcious Prince's head. "You are not fit to have authority, you damned tyrant bastard." Harrold restrained himself from inflicting more harm upon the sleeping Prince, he dares not to do anything further and left the room. He passed an order to the other servants to tend to the Prince as he goes to his business.

Everyone was curiously staring at the very handsome ice prince who was so unconcerned of his surroundings, but all abruptly looked away when they all saw the cold and intimidating gaze coming from Ace. The ice prince's presence with the gang leader had somewhat confirmed the different assumptions about their association with each other, especially today that the ownership of black panther was divulged. "It's lunchtime, aren't you all hungry?" Blaze asked again while he also looked at Ace's friends who in turn just looked at Ace, somewhat waiting for him to decide for them. Silence ruled all of them when Ace did not say anything. Everyone in the field is also curious about the ice prince's pr

I just hope that my mate wont get mad at me. It was lonely in the suite alone, it reminded me of when i got K i d n a p p e d by liam. I know that Blake didn't mean for me to get punched after all that was my idea not his. I wonder why there is a rule for not hurting women in his pack. I wonder if something happened and it turned out to be a really bad situation.But at the moment i'm not worried about that right now. The door opened and Prince came in, he had a bag in his hand. I read the print on the bag and it looks like he bought him some jewelry. Good for him, he needs to start taking care of himself as well.

“I told you I’d fight with you—avenge my family, tear them apart! What more do you want from me? Why drag me through this hell?” He laughed again, a brutal, cold sound that raked over my skin like claws. I had heard rumors about his ruthlessness and how he treated his enemies. Prince Arineth was also known as the Ice Prince, having slain countless rogues without mercy. I never expected he would be crazier than they had described him.

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.