Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

So, the forgotten prince holds some animosity toward Kpop prince, huh? "Alice," the crown prince stepped forward to Allistair but the latter just signaled him to stop coming closer by raising his hand. "I am sorry, mate. If only I knew what would happen I could have ridden with the other carriage." Grabbing the crown prince's collar, Allistair cried hopelessly in front of him while his cerulean eyes were ablaze with frustration and defeat. "Stop talking to me like you knew what I've been through!" It must be so hard enduring all of it alone.

First, Delia's perplexing silence, and now Kral disrupts the ceremony. "I wish to personally crown my queen," declared Prince Kral with an air of determination. Delia, her head bowed, trembled in response. Unperturbed by the scowls from William and the other elders, as well as the disapproving whispers rippling through the nobility below, Kral swiftly seized the crown from Elder William's grasp. Though the elders glared with anger, they dared not challenge the authority emanating from Prince Kral. "You have finished your work," he declared.

the Mask Princess added. Clenching his fist, he quickly charged at the Mask Princess. She simply allowed him to catch her, but he kicked her in the stomach and she stumbled, leaning heavily on a large tree. She felt the pain, but refused to cry out. He approached her, grabbing her by the neck, making it hard for her to breathe. The Crown Prince's eyes burned with anger as he stared at her, but there was also a touch of sorrow that she couldn't comprehend. Despite having difficulty breathing, she grinned at him. “Would you dirty your hands, Your Highness?” The Crown Prince's look grew even more intense. “If it's all because of you, then why not?”

His legs that has been frozen in place tried to move forward, but the numbness and the heavy weight of his sins pulled him down as he fell forwards and knelt on the ground with a silent roar of a cornered beast coming out of his mouth. The two personal subordinates at the side could only watch at the side with complicated expressions. They wanted to support their crown prince, but the chaotic air around the other party forced them to stand on their ground with helplessness surging in their chests. They could not help their crown prince in dealing with the matters about his fated mate, and it is a reality that completely reveals their uselessness. This is the atmosphere that greeted Crow the

“I will find a way. I will always find a way.” The prince was only distracted because I was his mate. If he caught Faye, he wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever he had to do. And stealing a royal crown was only a few steps down to treason. “How are you going to do that? The man... he- he said he would only pay us if we do it before the coronation of the prince, and the coronation will be in what- after ten days from the dragon ball?” She was right. My prince- shit, I mean, the prince would soon be the king of Draconiá, and me, I had to steal the fūcking crown before that, or all of our hopes and dreams would go down the drain.

In the Eastern and Northern Kingdoms, Princess Vivian Druke, the only daughter of King Akmar Druke, is said to be the most beautiful female. This war is of her making because of her arrogance in killing a noble from the North for humiliating her. And I have to pay the price. Shaking, I lift my hand and trace my high cheekbones, plump lips, and brown eyes. Even my long, ebony hair is the same texture as that of the princess. The only thing that differentiates us is her birthmark, the one every royal within the Eastern royal family carries: a tulip-shaped mark on their wrists. The sounds of the maids crying out as they are cut down in the hallway have me covering my ears and squeezing my eyes

The crown prince's fists curled until his knuckles went white. He went closer to her. Jucel stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She immediately caught Ciaran's emerald gaze and smiled amidst the pain. "So, you're the Crown Prince," she weakly stated. She bowed her head slightly. "It's an honor to finally see the Særi ust Trūx. Though this is not what I expect it to be," she added before glancing at Jared who raised an eyebrow at her. "Ciaran!" an angry voice shouted from the entrance of the dungeon.

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it. Issac stood ramrod his hands behind him, "Of course! I have to rescue the crown prince!" "Good. You pick up faster than I thought." Aldric grinned, his white sharp teeth making him look more fiendish than he was supposed to look. It took everything in Isaac not to run away when the cruel prince approached him till they were standing face to face. "Now, this is what you are going to do…."