Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

I've seen him a lot but he's never spoken to me, I mostly greet him as he walks past, completely ignoring me. The second prince is Prince Sol, he has long blonde hair and amber eyes, he's very ruthless and is pretty scary. He's very picky and haughty as well, if you get on his radar, he has the tendency to make life unbearable for you. I just wonder how his slaves manage to cope. Human life is nothing to him but despite being no less than a demon, he looks like an angel. He's just as good looking as Prince Kian. The Vampire King looks like something out of a story book, his beauty is indescribable so it makes sense that the princes will inherit his looks.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Braun shouted as the lacertins had gathered around and formed a circle around the two of them; cheering and hissing. Savage kept on throwing everything he had at the prince and he did his best to hold his on. He threw punches at him a few of which caught him in the face and chest and even whipped his tail at him; a tail whip that knocked him to the ground and would have smacked him in the face had he not rolled away.

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?”

I guess fighting grown men for two days would do that to you, and I was sure the prince would add a few of his own during our training sessions. I sighed; he was an entire problem on his own. The Prince of Vura was known to be cold hearted and cruel. Prince Devin was revered by the humans for his fierceness in battle, but also the barbaric nature towards anyone who stepped up to him. Stories were told through my people about him killing even children and women to get whatever he was after, and in the most horrific ways imaginable. At age eighteen he was leading the imperial army, and now at age twenty-one he had already been victorious in hundreds of battles. He had been bred to be a warrior

I shivered as his hot breath brushed against my neck. I instinctively took a step back. The sinister smirk on his lips made my heart pound heavily in my chest. "And in return, I will take something precious from you." I gulped, knowing he doesn't mean my virginity. Then what? "Something precious?" He nodded. "You will lose something you will claim as yours, yet never truly own. You will be shattered... broken beyond repair, yet unable to do anything about it. You won’t bleed, but the pain will hurt thousands of times more than everything you have suffered before."

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

I trembled at the intensity of its haste and ferociousness towards me but then thankfully, the Prince was quick to intercept. The Prince immediately raced to the Feral and slammed his body against him, sending the Feral crashing to the stone ground again. It motioned to get up but then the Prince lunged at it again, sending it back to the ground with a strong fist to its chin. The Feral groaned with the blow, and then it groaned some more as the Prince started to dump more aggrieved blows on its skin, tearing up its flesh and spilling its blood. The Prince dumped one last strong blow that sent the Feral’s head twisting oddly to the side in a manner that revealed that the neck was almost comp

He grabbed the prince by the collar, dragged him by the neck, and threw him outside, not caring about his royal status, his eyes filled with hatred. Augustus’ expression was indifferent. He strode forward, an oppressive aura exuding from him. The process was filled with so much fright that the prince ended up wetting himself. “If you want to deal with me, you can. But daring to mess with a whole team of soldiers and sending them to their death for a measly king of country status—you deserve death.” Augustus raised his fist. Immediately, a rain of punches landed on the prince, and in just a few minutes, the prince’s face had swollen like a pig, and he had become completely unrecognizable, so

Then he stopped, flipping her over to face him again, arms pinned over her head. “I told you to be quiet Sweetcheeks, but you just had to push it, didn’t you?” He said quietly, the angry expression now replaced by smug satisfaction. Ethan watched her intently, not missing the tears that now leaked freely down her cheeks. “You’re such a spoiled little princess, just begging for someone to do that to you.” Pain quickly turned to fury. “Get off me, asshole!” Erin spat, struggling against him, eyes flashing pure fury though inside, she burned with humiliation. “Get off me now!”