Brutal Prince Novels & Stories

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

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 exclaimed. Everyone loudly gasped in shock. If earlier, they were staring at Vermeil – this conspicuous guy due to his flaming red hair that is really eye-catching, then now their attention has fully shifted to Raine, who they found out has come from the worst high school ever. And he was even nicknamed as the ‘tyrant king’.

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.

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?

Harvey gave a smile toward Yvonne and said, “Is it really that important whether I can provoke them or not? You’re one of my subordinates. Nobody can force you to do what you don’t want to, no matter who they are. “If I can’t even protect the people around me, then I’m not even worthy of having the title of Prince.” “Who are you even? Which prince are you again? Aren’t you the prince for the rundown family, the Yorks?” asked Rita coldly, and she frowned while looking at Harvey. Harvey nodded. “Yeah, I am Prince York.” Slap! At this moment, a middle-aged woman stood up and furiously slapped Harvey across his face. Harvey was caught off guard, not being able to come back to his senses at that

Cracking sounds were heard as Black Saga increased the power of his grip and crushed the wrist bones of his opponent. “Argh” Red Prince grunted in pain. His eyes were filled with disbelief when he saw were his swords were. He couldn’t believe that he had missed. The swords didn’t pierce through Black Saga, they were caught underneath his armpit. It was such a naïve and cliché move, yet Red Prince had fallen so easily for it! Black Saga ignored the look of pain on Red Prince’s face and drew his head back. He took a deep breath and gathered strength into his neck muscles. Then he delivered a devastating head-butt to the Captain of the Red Team.

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?