Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

Jin Jian: Let go? Emperor: No….. Jin Jian:..... Speechless, with just that one word the mighty Secon Prince Jin Jian had to admit defeat. Jin Jian blushed as he snuggled back into his embrace not bothering to put up a fight regardless of the fact that he had not put up any resistance, to begin with.

“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.

He found the prince’s behavior to be well over-dramatic as it reminded him greatly of how his brother used to act when things would go astray. “Well it’s not my fault you get your kicks by branding your girls,” he muttered. The veins on the side of the prince’s head became protruded as his anger rose. “You need to fix this!” he shouted. Something dark started to pull within Cruz. He snapped his gaze over to the prince and slowly rose from behind his desk. His voice grew low in his throat. His tone was filled with lethal venom. “I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become

Lahat na ata ng Saints na kilala ko ay natawag ko sinama ko pa si Lucifer well sabi naman niya sa N*****x mabait siya and I'm taking all the help I can get here. "So what do we have here?" His voice is deep and there's a hint of danger behind that .Aaminin ko na nanginig ako nang bongga sa boses na ‘yon. Madami na ‘kong nabasa about the second prince at lahat ng iyon ay isa lang ang sinasabi- he has a very bad temper. Narinig ko ang mga yapak niya,hindi nga nag tagal ay huminto sa tapat ko ang pair ng black expensive Italian shoes. I gasped when big rough hand grabbed my right arm, I was forced to look up.

"If you would please take the lead?" Without hesitation, the calm-looking prince rose to his feet and put a smile on his lips. "Greetings, I am Lazul Horacin Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy, a member of Sierpenti, and the first ranker of this year. One of my hobbies is stabbing people who annoy me." His grin widened which brought silence in the room and made the atmosphere turn cold. I stared at him with a cringe and looked at Delaney, who could only sigh. Wait, is that true?

Each councilman stood frozen, paralyzed by the sheer brutality of the crown prince's actions, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and disbelief. In that chilling moment, a harsh truth settled over them like a shroud. They now understood, with a terrible clarity, who held the strength and the unwavering resolve to lead their fight against the formidable Lunari herself. The crown prince, bathed in the crimson aftermath of his actions, stood as a figure of both dread and awe. His actions, however brutal, were a testament to his unyielding commitment to the kingdom's cause.

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."

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.

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 picked up the dropped knife and threw it to the side. It's one on one, fair and square. He charges again. I'm ready this time. Bram extended our claws, and I gave him a brutal swipe across his face ripping the side of his face and tearing his eye out. He fell to the ground. I gouged into his chest and left him there, bleeding in the middle of the same ring where he forced children to fight for their lives. "Mister?" "Hey, there princess, thank you for helping me. Are you OK?"