Cardan Cruel Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

“Choose a side or fuck off. Stop trying to be a diplomat when everyone can hear you being a major thundercunt.” Cian walks casually to the front of the crowd, his hand in his pockets, his smirk playing in his dark face. He glares at the stunned Duke, tapping his foot impatiently. “And you are?” Duke Varios asks, his voice not as confident as before, and Cian, being the obnoxious asshole that he is, makes his wings appear, flare and settle with clicks. “Cian Abysal, Crown Prince of Amar, and your worst nightmare if you don’t make a decision soon.” He says, his voice light and pleasant as if they were discussing the weather.

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

He sat there bare chested, his trousers resting low on his hips, revealing everything I had only guessed at beneath his clothing. His chest was broad and his muscles moved beneath his skin like carved marble. There was not a single unnecessary ounce of fat on him. Every line of his body spoke of battle and discipline. Several scars crossed his skin. A long cut near his ribs and a small mark below his collarbone. But the strangest thing was the dark tattoo that began on his back and twisted along his arm as if the shadow of Noctis itself wrapped around him. An old servant stood behind him, his hands trembling but steady as he drew a razor along the prince's jaw.

Gloria flattered her. "Oh, yes". Maria giggled with dreamy eyes. "| wonder which of them". She placed her fingers on her chin and thought. "Hmm, maybe The prince of Iris, or The prince of Monaco, God, he was carved by Zeus himself". She shrieked with a blush on her face as they both held their hands with dreamy eyes. "He is so dreamy". She released a sigh and stared at a place. Sasha only rolled her eyes at their acts as she stood up from the bed.

"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.

The story that leads us to a love that will last 500 years later. "What are you laughing at?" asked a tall man with silvery blue eyes. He asked with a frown. The handsome man in front of me is my son and Kevin whose name is Alaric, if you can tell by his face he is the perfect image for a stunt double for Snow white. It's really beautiful in my opinion. "Stop the wailing mommy that equates me with that damn cartoon character." my son Alaric growled angrily. Haha the only thing that Kevin is very similar to is my son's explosive patience level.

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

He moved his fingers along the sides of the gold jewel that covered his face and removed it gracefully, freeing his face for the prince to enjoy the view. — I can prove that we will have a magnificent night... stop distrusting me, I'm your ally. – She stated bringing the cup to her full lips and turned the purple liquid at once in her mouth. Still daring, she didn't stop her pink tongue from running slowly across her red lips as if she enjoyed swallowing and feeling every drop. from that moment. The prince stirred, strangely stimulated by the act, breathing deeply, panting, I've known her for a few years, but I've never noticed something so intense and seductive. Deep inside, Karila felt the

Merien asked in shock. "Yes, they are. They are the only Korean-like heartthrobs on this campus. And, they are also the ones you fought with." "What?! Them?! When did they become like Korean heartthrobs?! My God! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha! They looked like aliens." I said. The behavior is alien! Yes! They will support, especially the one who is gorilla! The Jade?! Aliens! King of the aliens in handsomeness---awesomeness! Yuck!

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.