Cruel Prince Reading Order Novels & Stories

They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will take on when it's at its peak. “Prince!” Shareef ran towards me, eyes wide in disbelief. I ignored him and waved Khorasa and Faruq over. “Prince,” he said again, now out of breath.

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.

He was a Prince, but apart from his wolf smell which he seemed to have gotten used to, he liked the feel of his soft skin against his fingers, even the sound of his voice was more than enough to turn him on. If not that they had both somehow passed out, he knew that he would have definitely gone all the way. Moreover, the thought of doing it with a werewolf excited Geran. “What do you…” “I want us to finish what we started,” but Geran had just spoken when he looked up to see Darun scoff and chuckle at him almost at the same time. “We’re both men are you crazy?” Drain asked slowly coming to the conclusion that the prince in front of them was slightly mad.

Prince Herald. My eyes widened. The prince was just as wicked as his father according to what I heard. Would I be killed? My heart thumped fast in my chest. Almost immediately, without saying a word, I fell to my knees and started to beg. “Please spare me, please spare me. Don't kill me, don't kill me!” I begged. I was honestly scared for my life. “What are you doing right now?” I heard the voice of the young boy in front of me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he had neared me and this made me flinch.

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

“Oh really? Then let me make this very clear for you, my Prince.” She walked closer, brushing invisible dust off my shoulder, her smile sugary sweet. “It’s either her... or me.” she whispered in my ears. I stayed frozen,my jaw clenched. She chuckled low. “Imagine the council’s faces when I tell them their precious prince is bewitched. That a filthy, cursed omega has twisted the crown prince's mind.” She stepped even closer, locking her eyes in mine. “Or when I tell them... their noble prince is now sleeping with a cursed beast. That he’s fallen under her dirty, vile magic!”

He cocked his head down at the pup. “Had to try,” he sassed back as he pushed Marc off him. Marc stood, “Klara, this is my baby brother, Christopher.” “Hey!” He got to his feet. “Shouldn’t you be doing your lessons?” Marc narrowed his eyes at the youngest prince. “Klara, have you realised my brother is really boring,” he moaned. “What lesson were you meant to be doing?” she asked the young prince. “Wolf lore and history.” Christopher rolled his eyes.

FIRST DAY AS A SLAVE Era, was almost choking for breath, it seemed that the prince wasn’t ready to let her go. He seemed lost for a moment, that he wasn’t seeing what was happening. Meanwhile, the Prince saw Gadreel, smirking at him, his eyes as vicious as ever, and his smirk, his loathing smirk.

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

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.”