Cardan The Cruel Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

“I told you I’d fight with you—avenge my family, tear them apart! What more do you want from me? Why drag me through this hell?” He laughed again, a brutal, cold sound that raked over my skin like claws. I had heard rumors about his ruthlessness and how he treated his enemies. Prince Arineth was also known as the Ice Prince, having slain countless rogues without mercy. I never expected he would be crazier than they had described him.

he asked disdainfully, returning the book to me. His likeness sneered at me from the page with an almost identical expression of derision. The picture showed two brothers, almost identical in appearance, watching a man cower before them. The artist had captured a coldness in their expressions that made you pity the man that they gazed at. Under the drawing he had written: The Fae Princes Show No Mercy. “They look a lot like you,” I pointed out. “Do they?” he said archly. “I find the artist lacks in talent and imagination.”

The wind mussed his hair which was so dark it had a bluish hue to it when it interacted with the light. With his tightly coiled muscles, it was obvious that the prince was a warrior. However, unlike the other soldiers wearing armor, Prince Aldric was in a mere tunic and trousers. But the most interesting part of his features was the runes on his body gleaming with his dark magic. The runes were very alive because they seemed to writhe against his flesh with every movement. He would have been an angel if not for the wicked smile that made everyone's blood turn to ice. His angelic perfection was only there to deceive because Prince Aldric was nothing but pure undiluted evil.

Reaching the prince’s chamber, I was surprised when I saw the number of paintings which were hung over the wall of the hall, all of them seemed new, the paint showing that they were newly drawn, and whoever had drawn them was a talented person, some were of gardens, others were of wolves, but the one that caught my attention was one that looked like the riverbank we lived in back home. “Come in” was heard from inside the chamber, distracting me from the painting, the guards opened the door, revealing the prince wearing pants and a loose white shirt, he was sitting on a couch, reading through some parchment, looking lost in thought that for a second, I thought that he was unaware of me being

"Leave now, or I shall summon the royal guards to drag you out of the royal palace." My heart shattered upon hearing that from him. It had never occurred to me that Alucard would treat me this way. Once, he was a tender-hearted man, my beloved mate, who enveloped me in affection. He made grand promises, vowing to grant me the world. Him... Alucard Forest de Carteret. The Crown Prince of the Sowinski Kingdom. Unbeknownst to me, I wasn't aware of his position. He showed up one day to my pack as he was being saved from being drowning in the river during the storm. Cloaked in temporary amnesia, he approached me, boldly declaring that I was his destined mate.

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.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

(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 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?