Cardan Cruel Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

You are not a human with compassion and pity! You are Prince, you are Prince of the Vampire nation! And when I die, you will be the leader of this clan! You are the next king!" shouted his father loudly. The old man no longer understands the child's way of thinking. Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Prince? Vampire? If only I could choose, I'd rather be born into a very poor human family than live as a Vampire Prince whose only goal is to avenge his entire clan!" Smack!

He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it. Issac stood ramrod his hands behind him, "Of course! I have to rescue the crown prince!" "Good. You pick up faster than I thought." Aldric grinned, his white sharp teeth making him look more fiendish than he was supposed to look. It took everything in Isaac not to run away when the cruel prince approached him till they were standing face to face. "Now, this is what you are going to do…."

"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.

Blurb; The Honourable and respectable Prince of Nevera.. Prince Aldrich Theano son of King Alaric the ll, is a proud and arrogant man. He's engaged to be married to one of the most powerful prime Minister's daughter in the neighboring kingdom, his marriage with Cateleya is supposed to be one of the most biggest alliance between the two kingdoms.. As a vampire he knows his mate is somewhere out there but he has no intention of waiting for fate to decide for him, he isn't the patient type!

I'd never seen him like this. Gold-red eyes. Claws white as bone. He stepped over my body and caught Cassius by the throat. "You touched her." His voice wasn't human anymore. It was something dragged up from the depths of hell. Crack. He tore out Cassius's throat. Blood sprayed across the throne steps. The second prince crumpled, gurgling, drowning in his own blood. But even as he died, Cassius laughed. A rattling, wheezing laugh. "Hah... hahaha..."

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

“That’s the bastard prince…” “Do you know how many people he’s killed?” “I heard he hunts even children if the king commands it.” Stefan didn’t react. He had heard worse. He kept walking, his steps quiet on the stone floor. Just as he reached the outer hall, someone stepped into his path. “Still crawling around like the king’s loyal pet?” a smug voice said. Stefan looked up and found himself face to face with Crown Prince Damon. Damon wore a smirk and leaned lazily against the wall, dressed in a gold shiny outfit. He held a goblet filled with blood.

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

It felt like it made the wolfsbane a more potent chemical than before. "Silver," I summoned him. "Yes, Your Majesty?" He bowed his head, looking worried. I walked to him and bestowed Cloudy. "Hold and protect the first prince. He is Claude and I's treasure. He will be the next Crown Prince so protect him at all cost," I said earnestly. He nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. I will risk my life to protect His Highness, Prince Claudian." That made me relieved as I approached Claude to hold his face that hadn't been healed. His half face was burnt. He was in pain right now, groaning.