Novel & Cerita Cruel Prince Read Online

“We are swift to offense, and I wouldn’t want to have Gemma need to cry at your funeral.” Silas leapt from the couch. “Don’t be too sure I’d be on the losing end of that, Prince. All of you full bloods underestimate us. We‘re the best of both you and humanity.” He flipped his hand in a vulgar gesture. “And you’d best remember that. You’re on my turf.”

A long dark cloak rested over a polished armor scarred by several battles. His black straight hair reached the base of his neck, and there was a faint scar on his left jaw signifying that he has fought countless battles. His silver-gray icy eyes made the whole room fall into a thick silence. Without saying a word, he walked towards the royal platform and each step he took echoed like the heavy stomping of the guards. The nobles stood up and bowed to him except for one frightened noble who said, “wow, he really came”. Without asking anyone, I knew that he was Alpha Magnus Thorne. The most feared ruler of Blackthorne fortress, the king’s younger brother, and the man whom everyone refers to as

I Screamed " Miss, watch your words you might get yourself killed if the prince hears you" The voice wispered as I grew more irritated than i did before!! " So the lunatic that kidnapped me is a prince?" I scoffed "Prince of what?, Imbeciles?" I chuckled as I heard a soft voice outside " Sire am sorry I couldn't keep her under control" The voice cried as I heard the door click open and the lunatic prince came in He stood next to the door starring at me "Look, if your gonna kill me then do it quick!!, Starvation isnt a good way to kill someone you know!"

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

Their casual cruelty sends a wave of fury through me. I press my hand to the door, feeling the vibrations of their callous conversation. My jaw clenches as I push it open, the hinges creaking as if the castle itself is protesting their vile intentions. As the door swings wide, the stench hits us—a rancid mix of sweat, blood, and the fetid air of the dungeon. The scene inside is worse than I had imagined. The princes, those who should have been the defenders of their people, have debased themselves entirely. They’ve become nothing more than animals, driven by their base desires, blind to the reality of their downfall.

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.”

Sybil said with syrupy sweetness. The prince rose to his feet upon the introduction and bowed low. My body jolted so vehemently at the onslaught of powerful energy he emitted I couldn’t adequately appreciate his remarkable good looks. He was the epitome of handsome with his strong square chin, prominent cheekbones, and dark deep-set violet eyes that seemed to penetrate the surface of who you were and bore right into the depths of your being. Unfortunately, his good looks were overshadowed by an air of cruelty that surrounded him. I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom.

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.