Brutal Prince Book Novels & Stories

I was ready this time. I caught his wrist and literally twisted it, paralysing him. He shouted in pain and tried to get out of my grip but I wasn’t going to let him get away so easily after he’d hit me. I raised my other hand and curled it into a fist. I punched him real hard on the face and he fell pathetically. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered, angry now. I’d busted his lip and watched the blood ooze out. “Don’t you dare spit on my floor, dumbass or I’ll break you. You think that cuz I’m a Prince, I’m a weakling?”

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

The other four stood off to either side, close enough to their Prince while leaving enough space to show respect, though they didn’t look too happy. I make the mistake of shifting my gaze to one of his guards. The Wyre is just as tall as his Prince, just as muscular and lean. Just as powerful. His dark hair is trimmed short, unlike his Prince. Scruff lines his jaw, concealing the sharp edges I know lie beneath. With the two of them standing so close, I can practically taste their power. Bitter. Metallic. Dark. “Princess.” My focus snaps to the Prince. His voice is cold and expressionless, a deep rumble within the back of his throat. That one word is enough to send shivers cascading down my s

he said "I'm sorry my King," Barwolf said. "Forgive me for saying it in the first place." he pleaded. Dismissing him, Dark went back to Raziah room, one look at Raziah on her bed, the black mist covering her was gone. He grinned when he saw her glare. **** The whirlwind fling the Vampire Prince somewhere close to his kingdom before it dissipates. Groaning out in pain, the Prince grabbed hold of his hair and was pulling it, he was rolling on the floor. For five minutes he rolled around in the ground in pain until it wore off.

His once handsome face was now disfigured with multi-colored bruises. Several rogues mocked and laughed as they used the prince as a punching bag while I stood in front trying not to flinch. A short whistle and the group of rabid men instantly stopped their brutal attack. Rocco, the rogue leader, stepped forward and leaned over to look at the Prince. His usual smiling face was now stoney and serious. “Look who is at the bottom of the barrel now?” He laughed out right before throwing a heavy blow right into the side of his ribs.

"The sword is symbolic." "Of bad decisions." Adrian gasped dramatically and pressed a hand against his chest. "Your cruelty knows no bounds." Cassian looked completely unrepentant. "Adrian." "Yes?" "The title is The Prince's Forbidden Heart." "It's a bestseller." "The title sounds like a crime." "It's romantic." "It sounds contagious." Adrian dissolved into laughter. The sound filled the quiet library. Cassian found himself smiling despite every intention not to. Adrian noticed immediately.

He has trained alongside Lowell, felt his strength, but even he does not yet know the full measure of the Lycan prince. The old man steps forward, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. “Today, he proves to you that he is not just a lost heir. He is your Alpha. Fight him. Test him. And when you fall, you will rise as part of something bigger.” Lowell takes a slow breath. His body still carries the weight of recovery, but the fire in his veins burns stronger than ever. One of the rogues steps forward. A large man with thick arms and scars on his face. He cracks his knuckles and sneers.

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."