Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

The Water Prince stroked his length briefly before guiding it toward her. He pushed inside and her lips parted on a desperate shout for help but there was no sound. Only traitorous bubbles which rose to the surface, evidence of her suffering. The Water Prince exacted years of desire on her. Harshly entering her to probe her center, deep in her core. Her soft lower parts made way for him. Suckling him intimately as he entered and withdrew. Powerful buttocks working over her while she stroked his shoulders and arm. Despite his brutality her touch was encouraging.

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

As though my jaw couldn’t possibly drop any lower, it surprises me and goes beyond its own limitations. The bloody Alpha prince and son of the Alpha King, Silvan Sinclair. How the hell didn’t I see this? Now that it’s mentioned, the resemblance becomes immediately uncanny. The two look almost like the same person, save for the large difference in age and difference in the eyes. But then, that was the only thing they had in common. The very brief conversation I had with his father, I could tell he was a kind wise man, but this asshole in front of me was anything but wise and kind.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

He spoke. Nicht looked at him. “Who? I can let him off, too, who also has Elhasan blood – “ he said. Raeyan cut him off again. “Are you sure? Will you not regret your decision?” he looked at him. Nicht paused and then fell silent. “Child, so your brother is the princess’s counterpart?” he asked as he smiled darkly. “Yes.” Raeyan nodded honestly. “Raeyan!” Yris cried, telling him not to spill any more information about Raine.

Another spray of blood confirmed another kill. “Ahi Roar!” the prince yelled, livid from losing two Agile followers. He clenched his fists, and sent punch after punch of draconic energy towards Zephyr. The attack did not get far though, it got cut down by Zephyr no sooner had they left his hands. “Damn it! Damn you! Damn everything!” the prince cried, once again preparing for another attack.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

A faint growl escaped from the old man as it crouched from the pain. "You think you can easily insult me again? I planned this all! I had deceived all of you without you realizing it. I am not dumb! I have become who I am with my perseverance, I made you value me but it never happened. You still see me as an inferior compared to all of you, fucking royals!" he is on a rampage as he talks to himself more than the King or anyone in the room. With the rage consuming him, he rained punches to the already crouching old man. The King's old body is already weak and has just been recuperating from his unexplained illness. Now he was being beaten. Though hurt, he could only grimace and growl lowly.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?