Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

I've never seen him so consumed with anger before that now it's my turn to calm him down. I hug him tighter and whisper softly, "It's okay." Even though I know that the lunatic is still out there somewhere, now I just don't want to think about it. 'No, you don't understand. “Prince pulls away. When I look at him, the rage in his eyes makes me shudder. "I've never wanted to kill a person until now. I could literally kill him, Ches. And I'm not fucking joking." His words send chills running down my spine. It's a rare sight to see Prince Crivelli incapable of control.

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

“ come on in “ prince stiles urged her in a fool voice, she looked at her prince Alden to save her and only met his eyes. Smiling wickedly after bolting the door, prince stiles looked at princess Amelia with through hatred in his eyes. Princess Amelia knowing that she was in trouble beganw beginning him, while the prince calmly approached princess Amelia , and gripped her beautiful chin. “did you see how the son of a bitch insulted me, all because of you uhhh” he said as he gripped her chin harder making sure his claws were biting through it. Shivering with pain princess Amelia, begged for mercy but that seemed to make prince stiles more furious. After a couple minutes of griping of princess

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

"Tragic." "Exactly, that's what I want you to know. That cool side of me that they called Prince is dead, I break all the rules because they are only habits. Prince is dead now! In the casket! I know you thought that being the calm, young master of the Wellington's fit me but back then, I forgot who I am or I didn't realize. Now, I'm giving you the chance to back out of my life before you taste it while people call me inaccessible." Aiden roared out and Claw's lips parted in shock as it seemed like he was in a daze. In all the years that he had tormented Aiden, he had never seen Aiden show anger and rage that way and it was quite surprising.

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.

“Listen, Shyla! This King is destroying your life. He only wants his happiness. Selfish, mean, jerk!” Prince’s cursing got a severe reaction as I failed to put a stop to Maddox’s madness, the battle became bloodied in a split second. However, this wasn’t Prince’s blood only. Maddox’s powerful claws collided with my snout as I flew helplessly in the air and hit the tree trunk with full force. “Ahh!” My blood-curdling screams echoed in the woods as Prince Edith cursed openly. “Fuck you, Maddox! You are going to kill my Queen.”

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.

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.