Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Something tells me these two are always at loggerheads. “I could have done this in public, made you an example to the others, “ Prince Draven turned back to me, deciding to ignore his brother. But the almighty Prince Draven didn’t need to make any examples. He was the first Lycan Prince after all. The strongest of our kind. His name would cause an uproar if mentioned anywhere. He could conquer an army of warriors all by himself, he was the blood thirsty conqueror, the only man who dared stand up to the King Cadeyrn. He’d earned himself a reputation of being a no nonsense man, a man who takes without asking and kills without remorse.

Before she could question him about it, she heard grunts of pain from behind her. It turned out, Lukas didn't want to walk away and instead decided to smash the guy's face in. The Prince kneeled down, landing blow after blow on the man's face, quickly and powerfully. Despite the incredible strength the Sun Prince possessed, he's holding back. His eyes were still the same colour, but she could also see him slowly losing control and, holy hell, she didn't want to find out what Lukas was capable of. "Lukas, stop!" It did nothing.

Countless sparks gathered on the bow, crackling. At that moment, the prince looked like a god of thunder. It aimed its bow and arrow right at Fane's forehead as it shouted, "Die!" The arrow shot out, and Fane pushed forward as well. The Broken Soul Blade shot forward incredibly quickly. The two attacks clashed with a loud noise. The thunder and the dense black color clashed together, and no one could tell what was happening. Probably because they were confident in the prince, and also because they knew how narcissistic the prince was, but the other beasts did not attack.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

He halts in his track and crane his face in our direction. "He seems ready to kill anyone who comes in his way." Brandon whispers. "Finally! I am blessed to have the presence of His Highness." Sarcasm drips from his venomous words for me," And the gallant Prince." He adds for Brandon. "We're on time, Don." I say. "Bullshit!" He curses, he's snarling like a raging bull," Do you have any idea what those motherfuckers has damaged for us when you two were busy fucking your whores."

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

“The one where your soul leaves your body.” “Shut up.” “You are so whipped, it’s adorable. I never knew I would be witnessing this side of you in my life. Should I start planning the bachelor party?" I snatched the file folder. “You are the worst human being I have ever met.” Win leaned forward with a grin that was far too pleased with itself. “You know what I still don’t get?” I didn’t look up from the folder. “You never get anything.” “No, seriously,” he went on, ignoring me completely. “How does that beautiful hunk of a prince let you top him? He literally walks like he owns the planet. Shouldn’t he be the one-”

"Your Highness, please, go and charge the array. We will try to stop the Prince!" “Useless!” Prince Kayziel shouted furiously, coughing out blood as he struggled to get up. He was panting heavily due to his cracked ribs. “If you could stop him, I would have charged the array already!” The soldier lowered his head, sweat pouring from him as he panted heavily. “Your Highness, we’re sorry but the Prince’s power is far beyond our expectations.” Prince Kayziel managed to stand up, cursing; "Fuck! He shouldn’t even be able to move. I should have just stabbed him in the heart. Would have saved myself a lot of trouble.”

Completely unbelievable. "You sound like you're having a fever," Leonard suddenly snapped to a Lucas who winced at the anger in those words. "What are all the words you speak? You're a Prince! The heir for that matter! Whatever emotion you're feeling, is useless! You want to abandon Raester in the hands of a... Of an infidel because you're having an existential crisis?!"