Brutal Prince Book Novels & Stories

Prince Stev stabbed Prince Luther. Prince Luther stumbled backward, then did the thing he had never done since the beginning of the contest; collapsed. He fell on both knees, clutching his sides together. Blood flowed from his wound, staining the dusty ground he was on. He couldn't believe it; he had been fatally wounded. He had always thought less of this brother of his, as he was the only one amongst them who lacked the craving for blood. But it turns out that he had made a fatal mistake in underestimating him. He watched as his younger brother gained his balance and began to stroll towards him. When Prince Stev finally stood at his front, he leaned down and peered straight into his eyes,

“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.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

“Pathetic and weak.” Something flickered in Hayes’ eyes, a dangerous glint. His voice was low but cutting. “Alpha? You couldn’t even protect your own wife. You let her rot, and you don’t deserve that title. Lucky for you, you are not my Alpha.” Laurent’s body went rigid as his chest heaved once, twice, before a roar tore out of his throat. He released my wrist, shoving me aside, and lunged at Hayes. The crash of their bodies colliding shook the air. My back hit the wall as I stumbled, wide-eyed, watching claws and fists clash.

Author’s Note Welcome to Bound to the Forbidden Alpha Prince, Book Two of The Cursed Bloodline Series. This story can be enjoyed on its own, but for the full emotional journey—and to truly understand Warren, the legacy he carries, and the world he was born into—I highly recommend reading Book One: Bound to the Alpha I Swore to Kill first. Whether you’re returning or joining the series for the first time… Welcome back to Shadow Pack. Now, let’s see what kind of monster Adrian left behind.

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

Thus while they find the prince amiable in all manner they do not believe he garners any respect as a person. Being a constant companion of the prince over the years, Lan Xin is well versed in reading the prince's action thus never taking offense in the prince's behavior. While his comments may be brash and rude he doesn't mean any harm merely playful flirting and teasing. he was never hurtful towards another. So despite the scandalous looks thrown his way Xin simply smiled indulgently and listened to the prince's complaints of the royal tutor.