Cruel Prince Read Online Novels & Stories

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

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.

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…”

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

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

Keith mutters. My hands are trembling. “I’m not,” I whisper. He doesn’t argue. The ground beneath me leeches heat like it’s feeding on it. My clothes cling damp against my skin, everything smells wrong. Sour and old like something that’s been left out too long. I scratch at my wrist without thinking. It doesn’t come off. The dirt, the feeling of it. It never comes off. My stomach tightens again, sharper this time. I press my forearm against it like that might quiet it.

I’m a coward. The Bloody Prince’s reputation precedes him alright. He’s cold and distant, uncaring with a subtle river of cruelty running through his veins. I try to imagine what my life will be like when I’m forced to be his and I fail. Any future with him is sure to be as terrible as he is. My life, as I know it, is over.

With that in mind, I faced the Crown Prince as Igrith sidled up next to him. “I, Crinka Clepp, first and last of my name, reject your rejection towards my first acclaimed rejection. I cut every ties I have with you. I render every moment of intimacy between us useless. And you, Crown Prince Ruarc Raja Lancaster, first and last of his name, first son of Thjis Lancaster, husband to the barren princesses, uncle to princess Waxlyn, prince Eloive and Yale Lancaster, must accept my rejected rejection is he ever wants to have peace of mind.” Igrith smiled. Ruarc, however, looked broken. His eyes brimmed with tears. His bottom lip quivered and I don’t think he is breathing.

Worry began to nip her insides. She bumped into Cornelia while heading out to see him. The old lady apologized to her. Sienna paid her no mind and started walking out. "The Alpha has found out that Prince Azriel irresponsible for rogues' slaughter. He is in prison currently," Cornelia revealed to her. Inessa felt as if someone had pulled the ground from beneath her.