Cardan From The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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 .

don't try to lecture me, Alred, you don't have what it takes! "Syllia! Do you want me to be punished? Do I, your majesty have what it takes to punish you?!" " I apologise… Your majesty" Syllia Elaynore, the 6th Cardinal of the Elven empire, crimson coloured hair with a charming body but none should be blinded by her beauty as her hands have been tainted by the blood of thousands of lives.

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

It echoed inside my head. “I am your husband. You will show me respect… and you will fear me, or face the consequences.” My body stiffened as I slowly rose from the bed. “My name is Luca Blackthorn. I am a prince—the heir to the throne of Dreadveil Palace.” A heavy silence followed. He was waiting for a response… but I couldn’t speak. I was listening—every word sinking deep, sending chills crawling down my spine. Fear wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.

Fooling the queen is a graven offense, but looking me in the eye and lying to me is treason". His eyes bore deeper into hers. "I will have them burn you alive". Carolyn gasped, losing her breath. "Or have you hanged..." Her wide bright blue eyes grew wet in seconds, "P-P-Please... I-I didn't...I-I'm sorry, I-I was going to say the truth but Sco...". Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, the knock on the doors interrupted them as they slid open exposing maids rolling trays with the Royal butler directly behind them.

he growled, already getting agitated. "To others out there, a new Prince can only be crowned if the first one is late but here I am standing before you very much alive which makes your position of being the prince null and void" "It won't remain like that forever I assure you, your days are numbered Cardin. Very soon you will join your predecessors" I laughed at his attempt to look intimidating "You should actually try comedy, it will actually do you some good. And about your threat, I think you should keep it for someone who actually fears you even if it is a little bit"

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape, and she was about to continue her attack when Emma's voice rang out loudly, "Carol, no rudeness! This is the seventh prince!" Carol stammered in horror, quickly halting her steps and hesitatingly looking at the handsome young man before her. This person was dressed in green attire, with long black hair tied up using a golden hairpin adorned with two dragons fighting over a pearl at the top and a rare South Sea pearl embedded in the center. His face was handsome, but his eyes emitted a calm, tranquil light like the moon's. From a distance, his demeanor exuded an air of purity that seemed to separate him from the mundane world, shining so brightl

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.

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.”