Cardan The Cruel Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

“You forget yourselves.” The other man pressed himself against the wall, trembling as his eyes flicked between Damian and the looming figure before them. Damian swallowed hard, defiance trembling in his tone as he forced out, “She—she was our Pack's princess. A betrayer! You don't know what she's capable of.” Cardan’s lips curved into something that was not quite a smile, sharp and dangerous. His gaze shifted briefly over his shoulder, meeting mine, holding me frozen in place. When he spoke again, the words rolled like thunder, absolute and final.

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"

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.

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"

a voice boomed, tthunder-heavy andrough around the edges, like it had been dragged out of a storm. The crowd parted. A warlord stepped forward, so massive he made Vane look small. He wore tribal brands like scars that never healed right. One left eye was gone, replaced by a jagged scar that looked like lightning ffrozenin skin. His cloak hung from the pelts of grey wolves, soaked in whatever power lived in the city itself. “Warlord Karn,” Vane growled, bowing his head a fraction. “I bring the King’s true bloodline. The Princess Elara.”

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

he sighed and said "okay" I'm on cloud nine we went inside that tattoo artist asked "for whom mam tatto" I showed prince he asked "what kind of tatto" I said "my name viranica" he said "nice name mam your name also beautiful like you" prince gritted his teeth and asked "are you tatto artist or flirting artist" that tatto artist face became pale I'm controlling my laugh he said "your boyfriend is quite possessive mam" I smiled prince asked "who said I'm her boyfriend" that tatto artist sighed and said "not only possessive he have quite sense of humor too"

Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives. Crown Prince Aidan (lion), King Ibrahim (lion), Queen Liliana (Hyena), Grand Duke Yusoff (lion), Duke Ajiad (lion), King Ali (wingsman), Lord Musa (lion) and Daud (lion). “I don’t find it funny to see these races come together.” She expressed her bizarre inner thoughts heartlessly. “Err, excuse me, Lord Pink. Whatever you mean by that?” Musa’s frigid body language was enough to express his disliking of the grumpy bunny.

She said and I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked and she gestured for me to listen. “When the lycans find their mate, they will mark them with their scent. As you mentioned he rubbed your neck, it’s their primal behavior. They are proud breed and wouldn’t show their feelings to anyone except their mates. I believe that Prince felt helpless and sadness from quiet a long time and he vented it out on you. That is what makes them ruthless and a bit scary. Since he is the pure descendent, he will tend to be fiercer. That is why the common education helped back then.” She explained and I was shocked.

I demanded an answer from him. "That ban was created by your grandfather but lifted by me. Why make enemies when you can make them your friends? Isn't it right, son?" He winked at me and I knew where this was leading. "Ladies and gentlemen… please… meeting my son, Steafan, the demon Prince and he is our new partner in our plan." He introduced me to the men sitting in the room.