Cardan Cruel Prince Novelas e Histórias

The culprit was never found. *End of flashback * Now I couldn't believe and agree that mother was gone too, but I guess the truth is really bitter as they say. "Eleanor!" Gwen whisper yelled my name."Hurry! back to work the slave trainer is coming". I hurriedly stood to my feet and started digging again. * * *Writer's POV* IN A ROOM IN THE CASTLE OF CORDENIA A man could be seen kneeling on the ground with two guards behind him. Prince Luciano could be seen sitting gracefully on a chair with a menacing look on his face. The man kneeling appears to be pleading and begging the prince.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

Prince Aldren: “To the daughter of Fresh Meadows. May your reign outlast legends... and your secrets remain forever your own.” A murmur rippled through the room like distant thunder. Ceres: (coolly) “I drink to sincerity, Prince. It's such a rare wine in these halls.” A faint smile curved his lips, but his eyes did not blink. He gestured, and servants brought forth a cage carved from obsidian and bone. Inside, a creature stirred. Prince Aldren: “A gift, Princess. The southern flame-hound. Said to burn falsehoods and obey only one who shares its blood.”

The fifth prince gave a letter to General Zen, and he politely resigned himself. General Zen returned to the table and handed the letter to the first prince, and a slightly puzzled expression appeared on the man’s face. “What is it?” King Arawn asked. “The fourth prince declared that he withdrew his charge against Hanry Adhelard.” The first prince put the letter on the table. General Oscar picked it up and read it. He saw that there was the fourth prince’s stamp on the letter.

Half of Luciana’s lips tilted up to a mocking smirk, she was setting fire on a grenade. “I don't know how she managed to capture the Crown Prince heart but she definitely belongs to me”. “Is she bearing your mark?”. An alpha from the crowd asked. Kyle went quiet. Laughter came from the crowd. “A toad wanting to eat swan meat”. “He even dares to go against the Savage Princess”. “He tried to claim the Demon Prince's mate as his”. “Very bold but his unexpected end is death”. “He dares to court with death”. “Unfortunate being”.

Casimir said seriously. “ Me? Threatened that you are alive. Impossible you are just a piece of trash and worthless thing." The crowned prince maliciously said. “ Okay so just let us pass in let us go in the portal," I said to the crown prince. While I am behind Cassimir's back. "Well, you're pretty enough to be my plaything, so I won't allow you to leave this place," the crown prince declared. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his vine-like powers, which were black and covered in thorns, directing them towards us.

She muses as she flips the middle card. The card depicts a king holding a traditional scepter and orb. He is seated on a throne made of stone and appears rigid and stern. His crown large and golden. “Our dear Prince is traditional and rigid. He is disciplined. Perhaps even driven by ego. Both indicate stability and prosperity.” She says calmly. She flips the final card.

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

He had lived his life in agony and fear, a vampire who had a target on his back from birth all because of a title. The crown prince, son to the vampire king and his late queen, he had lived to be a ruthless man because of this cruel world, he was not born a man he is. Dean Stoker, the crown prince, the man known for his temper and cruel nature.

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."