Novel & Cerita Cardan From The Cruel Prince

Each councilman stood frozen, paralyzed by the sheer brutality of the crown prince's actions, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and disbelief. In that chilling moment, a harsh truth settled over them like a shroud. They now understood, with a terrible clarity, who held the strength and the unwavering resolve to lead their fight against the formidable Lunari herself. The crown prince, bathed in the crimson aftermath of his actions, stood as a figure of both dread and awe. His actions, however brutal, were a testament to his unyielding commitment to the kingdom's cause.

(Grand Magus Soo Kwan Hon) It was a solemn looks and self blame that the Old Wizard shown. His hand were shaking as he picked up one of the photos that were spilled from the folder that I have slammed on the table. It was picture of Cardinal Leonardo Delarno, raping a young child, who’s eyes are visibly shown that the soul of the body has long gone. It was a cruel pictures that could anger anyone that lay eyes on it. “Despicable!!…This man should cut to pieces!!…”. (Crown Prince Amariss)

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu

He walked to his drawer and threw the card inside like it's nothing. Meanwhile, Rose's rook was a total mess as she tried to search for her card that was already on Arkin's possession. "How am I gonna pay him now?" she cried, restless, and dropped her body on the floor, losing hope.

"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.

I almost ended up deflowering Eleanor and her crying face was still imprinted in my mind. "Did something happen master?" She asked. I dropped my hands and stood up from my throne. "Which idiot waters them?" I asked seriously. "I believe it's Ose." She answered. "Summon him!" I spat on top of my voice. She closed her eyes then slowly went down to her knees as I sat down angrily watching her call on his name three times. "You called me Ducan?" He asked immediately as he walked in. He looked happy and his damn smile said it all.

As of yesterday, I had completed 98 favors for him. For his final favor, I thought that he would ask me to let the cervitaurs stay after my father, King Francis Sinclair, issued the royal decree to banish them. To my surprise, he made me drink a glass of spiked wine just to bet with his friends that I would endure the flames of desire to stay pure for him. Listening to their mocking laughter, I said calmly, "All I did was stop him from touching me wherever he wants with his tail. What's there to be upset about? Forget it. I'll send him a gift to cheer him up."

It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude. The moment he entered, his eyes fell on the untouched tray of food on the table and his brows furrowed in clear disapproval. His dark hair brushed lightly over the collar of his cloak, a few strands falling over his forehead and half-veiling those amber eyes that burned like fire beneath ice. Yet I could still see it, that flame within, restrained yet fierce, and laced with pain too deep to name. He looked at me, and with just that one look, the air seemed to thicken. My heart clenched. I felt like a child caught doing something wrong.

I let out a harsh, dry laugh, burying my face deeper into the silken softness of her hair. My woman, my brave, fierce mate, had no idea she was carrying the single highest-value asset that had brought the most powerful Lycan to his knees. She carried the Second Crown Prince, the card that controlled the entire game. With this tiny pup, the King had delivered checkmate. A wrong move now, a show of defiance, and we would lose our son forever, he would snatch him away from us. That was a risk I could not inflict on Anna, I was compelled to obey.

His entire persona changed drastically , a ruthless domination pheromone fill the air spreading in a wide range. The gaurds knee bukled, forcing into submition. He push Lucas on the ground , his action harsh. Lucas collapsed on his knees. In a blink ,he pulled the arrow from Lucas's leg in a ruthless manner. A air pricing scream tore down his throat shaking the entire forest. The child's comfort long forgotten. He thrash around desperately , lungs forgetting how to breathe , eyes widened from the soul consuming pain. His mind closed by the agony , his loud cry filled the forest .