Cardan Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

This arrogant jerk is seriously weird. ___ Central Europe, Czech Republic “We have found the exact whereabouts of the Crown Prince, Your Majesties.” The attendant bowed respectfully before the four elders seated upon stone thrones inside the grand hall—the sacred gathering place of all CANIS. “But unfortunately, Alfred is dead. The Crown Prince killed him.” “That young man was a tremendous loss,” Elder Henri said regretfully. “He was far too valuable to perish.” “Indeed,” Elder Peter agreed. “Besides, the Alpha has already gone to meet the Crown Prince and persuade him to fulfill the responsibility written in the prophecy.”

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

The aristocratic features, the sharp cheekbones, the height, the dark hair, it was the exact mirror of their Crown Prince, carrying an aura of lethal command that Kaelen had never possessed. "Prince Draven," an older naval captain in the third pew whispered, his voice shaking with superstitious dread. He fell to his knees in the aisle, crossing his fists over his chest. "The dead prince lives." "He is an outlaw!" the royal inquisitor screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. "He is an exile stripped of his birthright! Kill him!" Before a single halberd could level in my direction, a sharp, metallic clatter echoed from the rear of the nave.

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?

The eldest prince was very prestigious on his cunning work of device just to overthrow that tribe in the Land Zagreb. However it was later found out that it was the young prince who had directly been receiving those strategies to execute the said tactics and had successfully captured the tribe King. For him, he was the most abominainable and vicious young leader he ever known. His wild look in his eyes served him the title of the most cunning person ever existed. Rumors reached even at this land about the cause of the young prince’s almost impossible character. Cold and unforgiving. Heartless and yet, silently tortured. These made him the most alluring man in the whole empire.

Me, the hotheaded Casanova stud, thought I’d charm her right out of his grasp. Big error. Prince Velan Prussianheardt didn’t take kindly to it, and that royal warlock, Erasmus Bluthexer, sealed my fate with his dramatic flair. “A cursed and pitiful dog you shall remain until you regain your honor behaving like a dog, so a street dog you shall be!” he’d bellowed, all pomp and theatrical curses. Oh, the regrets of my life. I used to be Charles Leopold von Edelstein, a respected prince not first in line, mind you, with twelve brothers ahead of me, but still a name that meant something.

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

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.