Brutal Prince Series In Order 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.

Nero uttered with a frown while recalling her punch which brought a smirk on the Lycan Prince's face. Tilting his head, Nevan looked at the direction she had gone. “And I would be more than pleased to test the bravery of this human,” the Lycan Prince breathed out with a devilish smirk.

she said softly. Then, to my surprise, she took a step forward and hugged me, lifting her face up to mine. She smiled, her braces on full display while I stood awkwardly. Something about her innocent embrace cracked through the broken shell of my soul and threatened to expose the bitterness that had lingered for years now. I wasn’t a little prince anymore; I was the bitter prince. Ironically enough, it was her father who gave me the nickname. Phoenix put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and pulled her away from me. She signed something, and Reina nodded.

the prince cursed, dropped his sword. The weapon melted into the sand. The prince covered his face with his now free palms. When he removed them blood decorated his palms and atop his mouth. “Damn it!” The first sign of anger and frustration displayed on the prince's face. “I told you I had a date. How the fuck am I going to show up with a bloody nose?” Guardian Torus dropped his weapons. “Oh, a date?” An executive in the corner—I had not noticed until now—handed both men a washcloth. The prince tilted his face to the ceiling. Guardian Torus dabbed at his sweaty face.

Charmed to distraction by the girl’s loveliness Kumaso drank cup after cup of wine for the pleasure of seeing her pour it out for him, till at last he was quite overcome with the quantity he had drunk. This was the moment for which the brave Prince had been waiting. Flinging down the wine jar, he seized the tipsy and astonished Kumaso and quickly stabbed him to death with the dagger which he had secretly carried hidden in his breast. Takeru, the brigand’s brother, was terror-struck as soon as he saw what was happening and tried to escape, but Prince Yamato was too quick for him. Ere he could reach the tent door the Prince was at his heel, his garments were clutched by a hand of iron, and a d

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

But when he was with her, nothing ever made sense. Their swords clashed with speed now, Lior finally gaining the upper hand. Sweat dropped from Kenji's forehead though his smile hadn't shifted as both males held their positions, the male saying, "Finally, you're giving a show to the ladies. I wouldn't want them hating me for harming their precious Prince,"

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 warrior's deep voice echoed through the silent hall. A wave of murmurs instantly swept through the crowd. "How humiliating..." "The human princess is being bound to a piece of steel." Mother looked like she was about to faint, and Lisa covered her face. The dragons were openly laughing now. It was a blatant insult meant to show everyone exactly how worthless I, a human bride was to the Dark Prince. I swallowed the burning lump of humiliation in my throat, then kept my spine straight, staring directly at the old seer. "Proceed," I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me.

I bit out, and immediately regretted the harshness in my tone. The prince didn’t look at me, although I saw the stiffness in his shoulders. “It’s not like that,” he replied. “My father, the Lycan King, is turning sixty soon—which means that the succession battle will be held at his banquet. He will officially retire and my brothers and I are meant to battle for the crown.” “I hardly see what this has to do with me.” “Well maybe if you would let me finish,” Neil retorted, then cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “What I mean to say is that a Lycan prince cannot participate in the succession battle unless he has a female companion in attendance; a future queen.”