Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

The men looked at each other for a moment. Then, a Westerner leading the group walked forward, prepared to slap Prince to the ground. Bam! Prince smacked the man down with his crutch without holding back. He then swung the crutch down again. Crack! A bone was snapped immediately. Since Harvey gave the order to break some legs, Prince naturally wouldn’t hold back. “Get him!” The remaining guards froze for a moment, then rushed with their fists. Even with his legs covered in plaster, Prince was still Quill’s son; why would he be afraid of a bunch of bodyguards in the first place?

Brut looked at me sideway and then hurried forward. “My lady! You don’t know me but I’m hoping we can become friends! My name is Brut Sult. You may call me Brut. I am one of our King’s Generals.” He pushed his coffee cup into her hand. “Take my coffee. I had a little, but it is still hot. I will get another!” He waved off her protests and gestured to one of the warriors that was walking by. He hurried up. “Get another cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast for the Queen,” he ordered the warrior. Tova handed his coffee mug back and put her hand on the Warrior’s arm before he hurried away.

He loved all his brothers, though they were rather loud and annoying, especially the younger ones, but he couldn’t figure out how Akari knew any of them or what she might have against them. “Which one?” he asked Akari curiously. “ô one we call the Bloody Prince. I forget his real name, but he must be an older brother. I’m sure you’ve heard the nickname. He may just be the most hated man by the entire humanis, because he’s a brute, if you don’t mind me saying so. Utterly ruthless in battle and he has broken more treaties than all your other generals put together. I’ve heard his temper is epic and he’s a bad man to cross.” Akari signed his name at the bottom of the contract and passed the pen

Damien hit hard and skidded through mud. Everything hurt, but he forced himself up anyway. Prince approached at a calm walk now, like a predator who knew the chase was done. “You always had one flaw,” Prince said. Damien steadied himself, swaying slightly. “You thought your heart was enough.” Damien roared and surged forward one final time, summoning every last reserve of Alpha fury. For a moment, he was magnificent. He moved faster than before, despite the pain… …like a being possessed. He clawed Prince’s chest open, then drove him back and landed a brutal hook to the jaw.

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.

Kevin screamed until the owner of the name woke up. "Tsk, what's wrong?! You disturbed my sleep!" The man glanced at Kevin for a moment, then closed his eyes again. "Get up, or I'll kill you!" Kevin said coldly and flatly, but stabbed deep inside. "Tch! If you weren't the Prince, I would have smashed your body into pieces first!" cried Randy, annoyed. "Come with me quickly and don't talk too much!" Kevin ordered staring intently at the man in front of him.

Everyone was shocked, what had just happened, the crown prince had fallen Devon. Devon stood up, he was humiliated, he swore to himself that he was going to kill the bastard today. All consequences be damned. He rushed at Theodore again with a punch, this time the punch contained all his power. Theodore evaded the punch, then he threw a punch of his own at Devon. Devon crashed to the ground.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

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,

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.