Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin. "You're afraid of me. I don't need to show you, my bravery." Drake muttered coldly. "You're just a useless creature. No matter how beaten or punished you give in to my body..." He trailed off. I'm still intimidating you; precisely, you peed in your pants. A royalty? You suck. " The rouge prince growled because of anger. He punched Drake, but he just made fun of him. "How dare you disrespect me!" The prince shouted.

Heat crept up her cheeks, before she scowled at herself. How dare he say that to her? As if it was the most normal thing to say to a Princess? Had he been taught no morals, no etiquettes? But of course, even if he had, he would not care. He was the Crown Prince, the Yuvraj of Kalang. Yashvir Rathore - the arrogant warrior, as everyone knew him to be. He did not care about the delicacies, nor the honour of a Princess. He was known to be fierce and cruel, with a merciless, unforgiving heart. He had the blood of millions on his hands, those who could have been spared easily, but he chose not to. Because he was a killing machine, a complete brute. A jerk.

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

Henry said aloud, waiting for a sweet confrontation but received a good blow on the jaw and spat a mouthful of blood at some corner. “Don’t take her name with your filthy tongue. It’s none of your business how I divulged her into this. You must know that you are lucky to have me as your lyncher. I don’t grant mercy by slitting throats- making it an instant death, I am quite creative in that department. Unfortunately, we have got a little time. So, get a good look at my face and remember it. When death will ask you the reason behind this brutal massacre, your face must reflect the fear of my wrath. I, Prince Arnold Alden, son of King Legion Alden, the heir of Baden gives you the death of a co

He might as well have some brass knuckles. I watch as he rolls to his side and spits blood, making my wolf’s ego soar. He seriously can’t be this sloppy of a fighter, but judging by his perfect skin that doesn’t have a single scar, if he does fight it's against people that lose on purpose. We all wait as the prince tries to get to his feet, and I’m happy Reyes isn’t helping him. One of the bigger males steps in with his fists raised. “I think we should all get a turn. Let’s see what you got fancy prince. I might just choke you with your pretty jewels,” he taunts.

I stuttered. .“I said how are you? How much blood did you lose when you cut your hand? Is that why you fainted? Why do you refuse to be careful? Do you enjoy hurting yourself? You are not going to hold a knife in this palace anymore. That is an order!” His voice rose with each sentence and it got to a point, his voice started to make me jump, startled.Why was he yelling at me, tears sprang up in my eyes, “I’m sorry your highness. It won’t happen again.”He moved closer to me, “Why do you refuse to look up? When were you ever so timid?” His finger came in contact with my jaw and I shivered. He tilted up my face and at that moment the tears that stood in my eyes rolled down my cheeks. His eyes

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

“You were created for me, and I was created for you. You’re everything to me, crown prince or not. You’re the other half of my soul.” “I can’t even shift.” The words come out broken, all my insecurities laid bare. “I don’t care.” He pulls me down until our foreheads are touching. “I would choose you over anyone, over everyone. Prince or pauper, it doesn’t matter.” “Your father—” “Can go to hell if he thinks he can take you from me.” The vehemence in his voice makes my breath catch. This isn’t some careful, controlled prince sitting on a throne. This is my Kael: fierce and protective and utterly ruthless when it comes to things he considers his.

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.