Books Like Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

It was more like a beating— My fearful gaze turned into a shocked one as I watched Prince Landon growling and tearing down warriors now. They were all around him, lounging at him and he was simultaneously and skillfully evading them while making his own brutal attacks. He was brutish yet willful, strong yet skillful. I watched him grip a warrior by the neck and toss him away in the air so that he crashed into a puller, leaving a noticeable dent in it. That warrior died. And so did several others as Prince Landon kept raging with sharp fangs and long claws. He tore through their number and proceedingly, bodies were dropping to the ground around him, dead or injured.

I was a human sacrifice, yet an ancient blood pact bound me to Lucian Voss, the most feared vampire prince of the Night Realm. Any pain inflicted upon me would befall him tenfold. When consecrated silver cut my palm, the flesh burned from his hand. When a vampire lord forced poison down my throat, Lucian woke screaming, tore him apart, and burned his estate to the ground. After that, no vampire dared touch me. Until Lucian entered his once-a-century blood sleep. Duchess Seraphina, the pureblood vampire who had desired Lucian for five hundred years, broke into my chamber and pressed a red-hot silver brand against my chest. “A lowborn human sacrifice will never be worthy of our prince.” I wat

"Hmph! The prince actually wants to take us to our deaths, but does he have the ability? I don't think so! Since he doesn't have the ability, how dare he speak so loudly to us? Isn't this a joke? Prince, ah, prince, I advise you to give up! You've already lost!" "That's right! Prince, it's meaningless for you to continue to resist! It's better for you to admit defeat and die obediently. Isn't that great? Why do you have to resist like this? It will only bring more pain to yourself! Of course, you are now a piece of meat on our chopping board. It's not up to you to live or die!"

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

Something tells me these two are always at loggerheads. “I could have done this in public, made you an example to the others, “ Prince Draven turned back to me, deciding to ignore his brother. But the almighty Prince Draven didn’t need to make any examples. He was the first Lycan Prince after all. The strongest of our kind. His name would cause an uproar if mentioned anywhere. He could conquer an army of warriors all by himself, he was the blood thirsty conqueror, the only man who dared stand up to the King Cadeyrn. He’d earned himself a reputation of being a no nonsense man, a man who takes without asking and kills without remorse.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

Chapter 53: Stop him “Your Majesty! He’s unstoppable!” The cry tore across the royal courtyard as smoke and blood filled the air. Flames licked the ancient stones of Mathias’ kingdom, sparks rising like demons into the night. What had begun as a mere duel, a test of strength, had turned into an unholy storm. A single man against an entire empire. And that man was Kael. The once proud Lycan Prince now cut through soldiers like paper, his eyes burning red, his body dripping blood yet fueled by something darker than rage. Every swing of his sword cracked shields in half, every howl rattled the bones of even the bravest knights.

|HER POV| The thing about elite institutions was that the cruelty was better dressed. I had encountered the other kind — the blunt, unimaginative sort from secondary school, where girls said ugly things directly because they hadn't yet learned that subtlety was more damaging and harder to report. Blackthorn was different. Here it came wrapped in compliments, delivered with immaculate posture, wearing cashmere and a smile that hadn't reached anyone's eyes since approximately the fourteenth century. Cressida Vayne had been performing warmth at me for three weeks.