Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

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.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

Whispers spread like wildfire. “She can’t control her son.” “How could she even control her son when she’s a babe-slayer herself?” “Such a disgrace for royal blood…” “Princess Ava the Cruel gives birth to Prince Cavil the Crueler.” “Poor Ansel. That boy is a danger to everyone here.” “I will have your tongue if anyone says any libelous word against the royalties!” Jared drew his sword sharply at the murmuring crowd. Meanwhile, Cavil stood frozen, his chest heaving with raw emotion. His bow trembled in his hand. He felt remorseful that Ansel had a cut and bled—not because he struck him, but because he deserved it.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

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 looked less like a dying beast and more like a king preparing for a crusade. Later that night, the manor was a tomb of silence. Kaelor sat at the heavy oak desk in our shared suite, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a stack of yellowed ledgers in the other. "You move like a ghost, Aradaa," he said, not looking up. "My men are terrified of you. They’ve started calling you the Viper Prince." "Better than the 'Pretty Sacrifice,'" I muttered. I leaned over the desk to look at the maps of the city. "Any word from the docks?"

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

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.”

Consumed by rage, Renee turned her head and shouted, “You’re filthy people! I’m a princess of Ciawales and the younger sister of the second prince! If you dare to kill me, even with the crown prince backing you, none of you will escape death!” The leader sneered coldly. “Do you still think you’re a princess of Ciawales? Soon, the kingdom will belong to Prince Justin. Your precious second brother will be nothing more than a powerless fool. Don’t worry, he’ll soon become a stepping stone for Prince Justin, just like you. Both of you will disappear from this world, so don’t bother holding out any hope for him.”