Cruel Prince Age Rating Novels & Stories

The court receives our company with polite smiles and a careful façade of respect. By virtue of their stations, Chryseus and Canus are able to directly approach the Prince, who looks aged in a way that only vampires can. He can’t have been more than twenty when he became immortal, but, at first glance, nobody would ever realise it. There’s a strange sense of fatigue, of parchment fragility, that is utterly incongruous with his youthful appearance.

The rain trickled down my face but I ignored it. “A thousand years ago, the current king was cursed to suffer and cause damnation upon his people. The ruling line carried the curse and as a consequence, all of his children carried the curse, but only the crown prince would pass it on to his children. I was born with the curse. My father and his brother, Brum’s father also carried the curse. The pack was enslaved. They worked so hard for just little food. Many starved for years. My father would beat them to submission and he killed whoever he wanted when he wanted. But my mother and us got the worst of it. He tore my mother apart, beat her and... tortured her every single day until he finally

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

he shouted the boy’s name. Dustin looked at him. His black eye had almost healed. “Come fight with me,” Azriel urged him on. Dustin looked around. Everyone was staring at him with anticipation. He was a peace-loving man who never had any interest in fighting and battles. But right now he couldn’t say no, first because of his proud wolf and secondly, the person who had called him for the fight was the Alpha Royal Prince. Heaving a sigh, he reluctantly walked towards him. “Let's do it wolf to wolf,” Azriel proposed maliciously. Dustin was shocked at the proposal.

“ One more word or I’ll kill you later, Kenzo.” “ Fine,” Kenzo muttered on the other line, clearing his throat. “But the hell? Do you know how furious Giovanni is? Turn the car around, Ace. Calm the devil before he unleashes hell.” Okay, that’s not it. I know Kenzo seems to be a fun type of guy but I cringe hearing his last words. Giovanni is a devil, true, but he will not unleash hell just because I am missing. In fact, I think he will reach the skies because I am now out of the picture. The dark prince is now with his princess and they can have their happily ever after. I don’t care, at all.

the first princess whines in a high-pitched note. “Silence, Camille,” the second princess intervenes. “Lord Brother, please be more lenient to her as she is but a child.” The 18-year-old prince is as just and righteous as his brother says. He looks up to Julien. They have the same features. Too similar that sometimes, when Prince Louis imitates his brother’s hairstyle, they are mistaken to be the other prince. “Louis, please,” Prince Julien pats his shoulder, “Royals who do not know the true value of their subjects are not worthy of their title.”

the shadow yelled, "Prince of Sharks" Lord Reece repeats. A group from the kingdom of sharks starting jumping in excitement and raised the Prince of Shark on their shoulders. Everyone applauded, then the Prince of sharks flew to Lord Reece and join him on stage arrogantly waving at everyone. The prince of sharks is a handsome, muscular boy of around 25 years with green eyes and curly blonde hairs, his white skin has small fins and gills on it. Butterflies started floating in everyone stomach to know who will be the next. Every eye is desperately looking to the Bowl of fire.

"You have the reputation of being a man who doesn’t trust people easily, be close off with the general public, which could mean you're cruel." She leaned further, taking in the features of his face, the pores of his skin too visible and radiant under the light. "But, you're not cruel," Celina said with complete confidence. "Your smile and your eyes are far too kind for that." The Prince choked on the air, “Yeah?” Celina nodded her head, leaning back. Silence blanketed the room, making her skin prickle as she pinched her eyes shut. The sound of their ragged breaths echoed in the room until the Prince spoke.

“You must be mad. Stop thinking so highly of yourself, Carl. I could never love a man who already has a bride carrying his child… and still keeps a side chick outside! Shameless!” Carl stepped forward, closing the space between them until his breath brushed her ear. “Then let me tell you everything. The truth. You deserve to know.” Ariel’s heartbeat quickened, but she remained still. “When we were at school,” Carl began, his voice low and heavy with memory, “no one knew I was a prince. My father insisted I must never reveal my identity. He didn’t want me to get special treatment. My allowance was limited. I walked to school every single day. I lived like any ordinary boy.”