Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

It swallowed the prince and then hurled him across the graveyard. The prince slammed through a towering tree, splintering it apart, shards exploding in every direction before his body finally crashed into the boundary wall. The mask cracked into pieces, dropping off the prince’s face as blood spurted from his mouth before he collapsed to the ground. “A-Azum?” His name trembled out of my mouth. “Azum is the… celestial crown prince?”

He didn't really understand the logic in such a rule, but then again the fact that all crown princes and kings of the seven kingdoms had names related to stars or planets was also weird in itself. "You should already know me, but I am Sol Luxuria. Crown prince of the Lustburg kingdom. Those close to me simply call me Sol. Happy to meet you, Chloe." He stretched toward her and Chloe after a short hesitation simply clasped his hand in her, "Happy to meet you, Sol."

Hahaha hahaha" A few hours later, the crown prince Duran stood in front of thousands of iron metal armies, they had black armor from head to toe armored to the teeth. "Today, the princess of Silla came to our kingdom on the pretext of a marriage treaty to avoid war. She murders my entire family. She murders your queen and king and fellow countrymen as you can see. She turned my palace into a block of freezing ice. ” The iron army thud their spear violently to the ground. Today, I reclaim my title as crown prince and after the funeral of my father the late king, I will ascend the throne and we wage war against the kingdom of Roland and I will end that kingdom.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

Grand Pure Emperor narrowed his eyes, spat out a word, and pointed directly at the Crown Prince in the air. Woo! The Crown Prince, who had been talking eloquently just now, suddenly looked as if someone had grabbed his throat and his face showed pain. "The Crown Prince!" "Your Highness!" The surrounding Emperor Clans hurriedly rushed over. However, the Crown Prince's face became more and more ugly. His head even swelled like a ball that was about to explode. His skin was torn like cloth, and blood was spurting out. He looked very horrible. "How dare you!"

The one who holds my hand when he is scared. "Give me the crown," Darius says. He moves closer to me. "The letter from the lawyer. The DNA proof. We will burn it together. You will go back to being my wife. My good wife. My obedient wife. No one gets hurt. No one needs to know." "What crown?" I ask him. He smiles. The same smile from this morning. From our wedding. From seven years of lies. "I know you are the Princess," he says. "I found you first. Before anyone else could. I made sure you stayed small. Stayed grateful. Stayed mine."

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Selene smiled in favor as she adjusted her posture moving more closer to the prince. He turned to the crowd, his hand hovering between the two of them. “The new Crown Princess is—” Will Theresa’s gamble pay off if she’s chosen, or has her obsession with destroying Leah led her into a trap she can’t escape?

She no longer sounds like a child, or even a young woman, she sounds like someone who was born to rule a country, a land of people, someone that has centuries of experience and knowledge. I turn to look at Lucero, nodding my head in deference to her. “Lucero.” I say. “Join with us, Aolis Stormbringer, Prince of Araphyra, the future King, mate to Lily Forte, the One True Queen, and Hera, Guardian of the Realm.”