Cardan From The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

"More than we can bear? And just who do you think you are? Princess of the Lumin werewolf kingdom?" The whole arena erupted in laughter. Bart had already reached me, his sharp nails hooking into the fabric at my collar. The razor-like tips sliced across my collarbone, and blood began to seep out. He didn't hurry to tear the entire uniform. Instead, he deliberately traced his bloodied fingertip slowly down from the wound, leaving a glaring crimson streak along the side of my neck.

"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.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

“Not a crown, nor the throne and not the very least the standing you thought you are. In this game and play, your tarot card is the,” “7TH PRINCESS OF THE KINGDOM OF AMELI, PRINCESS RAIN. PLEASE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, PRINCE CLAYDEN.” “SO, DO I, PRINCESS RAIN.” With a smile and the nostalgia that it brings, his heart is beating with a rendered warmth that resembles the very scene his seeing right now. The scene in front of him is currently knocking the longing and very desire of his heart, when towards the two who meet unexpectedly, yet planted role in between them. He remembers the Maiden and the very moment of their first encounter, by which a sudden flash of memory and fleeting beat c

Noel's voice spoke into all our minds. Carden grabbed my far elbow letting me lean on his arm as he pulled me down the stairs. Ace followed ten paces behind us. Around the corner was a strong pack of werewolves only one naked as the day he came into the world. The in-between ruins on half his chest wrapping around his shoulder and down his arm. My legs burned a light Carden cradling me in his arms as I screamed out as my pants burned away. The naked man fell to his knees bowing deep, "Sorry I was unaware my Queen." His voice was seemed disconnected from his body as it didn't match his face.

In a dark and quiet place, two men were talking about important matters. "Have you found the Heart Stone , Your Majesty?" One of them asked the other. "No. The guards haven't found him at all," replied the man who was called His Majesty. "I suggest that the stone be found as soon as possible, Your Majesty! Otherwise, the prince is in danger!" The man-Your Highness just nodded. He paused thinking about something. Suddenly, the image of a brown-haired girl appeared in his head.

Sterling turned his attention to Shawn who was still standing and asked, “Why are you still standing, please sit and do tell us.” Shawn thought about it then sat down beside Aldridge who was grinning and said, “Princess Blanche forced Prince Sebastian’s lover to sleep with her continuously and he got fed up. He thus resorted to poisoning them with the bloodflower cerium and must have given her something when he saw her on her death bed.” Sterlings choked on the tart crust and asked after calming down from a coughing fit, “Do you have any evidence?” “I do but I am not giving it,” Shawn said.

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

"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.

“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.