Cardan The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

"Young master, she's at the garden with the Young mistress." Damn it! I hate this tittle. Young master or Prince. There was a time my Dad was about to ascend to the throne of his town but due to some reason, he back off. I'm so happy they he didn't because, he would have tied me down with that crazy tittle Crown prince and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my company's. But wait! Did she just said that Fatima and Aisha are together? Shit! This is not good.

It felt like it made the wolfsbane a more potent chemical than before. "Silver," I summoned him. "Yes, Your Majesty?" He bowed his head, looking worried. I walked to him and bestowed Cloudy. "Hold and protect the first prince. He is Claude and I's treasure. He will be the next Crown Prince so protect him at all cost," I said earnestly. He nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. I will risk my life to protect His Highness, Prince Claudian." That made me relieved as I approached Claude to hold his face that hadn't been healed. His half face was burnt. He was in pain right now, groaning.

I jumped and was quick to dart to the bathroom in order to smell nice. Not for him but to maintain the dignity of being a girl? However, my mood lightened when I heard Jonathan laugh with Caitlyn. “Th-thank you, Prince…” Caitlyn’s tearful voice rendered me speechless. “Nevermind. It was my fault to start with.” He answered and I wondered was it really his fault? Everyone is aware of the wrath of King Alexander. In fact I thought Sebastian was a potential King. But shouldn’t a King fight against injustice? Or he is merely scared to lose his chance of being one by going against the King, himself?

The eldest prince was very prestigious on his cunning work of device just to overthrow that tribe in the Land Zagreb. However it was later found out that it was the young prince who had directly been receiving those strategies to execute the said tactics and had successfully captured the tribe King. For him, he was the most abominainable and vicious young leader he ever known. His wild look in his eyes served him the title of the most cunning person ever existed. Rumors reached even at this land about the cause of the young prince’s almost impossible character. Cold and unforgiving. Heartless and yet, silently tortured. These made him the most alluring man in the whole empire.

“Choose a side or fuck off. Stop trying to be a diplomat when everyone can hear you being a major thundercunt.” Cian walks casually to the front of the crowd, his hand in his pockets, his smirk playing in his dark face. He glares at the stunned Duke, tapping his foot impatiently. “And you are?” Duke Varios asks, his voice not as confident as before, and Cian, being the obnoxious asshole that he is, makes his wings appear, flare and settle with clicks. “Cian Abysal, Crown Prince of Amar, and your worst nightmare if you don’t make a decision soon.” He says, his voice light and pleasant as if they were discussing the weather.

“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.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

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

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.

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.