Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

He found the prince’s behavior to be well over-dramatic as it reminded him greatly of how his brother used to act when things would go astray. “Well it’s not my fault you get your kicks by branding your girls,” he muttered. The veins on the side of the prince’s head became protruded as his anger rose. “You need to fix this!” he shouted. Something dark started to pull within Cruz. He snapped his gaze over to the prince and slowly rose from behind his desk. His voice grew low in his throat. His tone was filled with lethal venom. “I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become

Her fingers mischievously grazed Erwin's face. "Ah, you must be the Bloodthirsty Prince, Prince Erwin. I have heard many tales about your good looks, but oh my prince, that tale does not do you justice. They say you are the most beautiful human, but that is wrong. You are still the most beautiful even if the gods are beside you. How could you? All the men in the world would be jealous of your good looks. All the women would want to fuck you." "I need your help."

“Mom, I touched him, I touched the human creature,” the prince said, “you've kill me,” the queen said, “how could you,?“ she asked, “ mom, I thought I want to create a story, I want to slaughter human creature for my wedding, bit I don't, It will turn out to be like this,” the prince said, “You've kill me, the kingdom Is already desolate, no king, and I'mll getting old, no any other children, just only you, and you've spoilt everything, you made the greatest mistake,” the queen said while tears dripping down from her eyes,

Giovanni was dead, the news came from Vitali, along with his decapitated head in his hand and with a dark and proud smile — like a hunter who had caught the prey he had yearned to conquer. Slowly the pyramid was forming, people who connected with Giovanni, soldiers who were always at our meetings, people who were both here and on the other side of the war. However, with the traitor's head extended throughout the chaos, the Final War had been declared in the worst way... and this time I wasn't thinking about leaving it until the next battle. Either I would lose everything, or I would gain the world with their blood on my hands. Early morning was the most serious hunt I ordered my soldiers to

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

“You are here.” The prince’s heart pounded so much it was a shock how no one heard. Yet he tried to laugh it off and spoke in a feigned cheerful voice, which unfortunately sounded awkward due to fear. “Elder brother, I heard you’ve recovered. I was already planning to visit you.” “Yeah—visit him to round it up and strike him dead, bastard.” Axel sneered coldly and strode toward the prince. He grabbed the prince by the collar, dragged him by the neck, and threw him outside, not caring about his royal status, his eyes filled with hatred.

And I, Prince Arden, was either a threat to be controlled or a tool to be forced into position. My fists clenched. I wanted to break him. To drive my knuckles into his mouth until he couldn’t speak names like Cassandra’s with filth on his tongue. But I didn’t. Because violence would be what he wanted. Violence would make me the unstable prince. Violence would give my father justification. Violence would turn this into a story where I was the villain and Nala was the wronged woman and her uncle was the righteous protector. So I kept my hands still.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

The rusted wheel mechanism was frozen solid with age and frost, and the traitor was heaving desperately with both bleeding hands, straining to lift the bars while glancing back over his shoulder with eyes wide and bulging in pure, unmasked terror. When he saw us standing there, hands wreathed in fire and obsidian, his arms fell limp at his sides. His velvet robes were torn and filthy, his fair hair plastered with mud and sweat, and his pale face showed the absolute despair of a man realizing no Southern court would ever ride to save him. "No… you cannot kill me…" the Prince stammered, pressing his back against the cold iron bars, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I am… I am royal blood of

Because to her, her groom himself was a bad omen. Yuvraj Yashvir Rathore, the Cruel Warrior Prince. - - - - - - Follow me on Instagram @jamersy.dreame