Cruel Prince Series Novels & Stories

Another spray of blood confirmed another kill. “Ahi Roar!” the prince yelled, livid from losing two Agile followers. He clenched his fists, and sent punch after punch of draconic energy towards Zephyr. The attack did not get far though, it got cut down by Zephyr no sooner had they left his hands. “Damn it! Damn you! Damn everything!” the prince cried, once again preparing for another attack.

“Crown Alpha Prince Tobias, firstborn. Not friendly, but nothing like the second.” The man walks past people in a rush with a woman by his side. “And that’s his mate,” the girl mutters. After him, three more men appear, and I’ve seen one of them before. It’s Prince Emmet. “Alpha Prince Dorian, the fourth prince, Antonio the fifth, and Emmet the sixth—all of them illegitimate.” All three men wave with broad smiles. Suddenly, another man hurries past them. “That’s Alpha Prince Raphael! Second born to a true royal‑blooded Luna.”

The councilmen, now acutely aware of the magnitude of their actions, could do naught but bow before the inexorable force that was Crown Prince Inas. As the councilmen slowly began to emerge, their faces etched with a mix of resignation and fear, the council room bore witness to a macabre tableau. The crown prince wasted no time, his actions swift and deliberate. One by one, their fates were sealed, their cries silenced by the grotesque brutality of the act. The room was painted in a grotesque tableau, a horrific testament to the crown prince's unyielding resolve.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

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.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

Now… she wouldn't be able to scream anymore; let alone talk. He let the older guard pick her lifeless body while he roamed his eyes around before landing on the boy in front of him. His eyes sparkled; getting nervous. Despite being a year older than the boy with a polished bare back, the youngest recruit couldn't get the confidence to talk to, now, the frustrated boy; Prince Sebastian. "Dammit!" The Prince hissed in annoyance. He was just starting and then… 'Urgh! Now what should I do!' Sebastian wanted to grip his hair but knowing there was someone else beside him, he didn't act. Sweat rolled down his body as he blazed in heat; his skin was bright red and veins popped on his hands, neck, fo

Hunter stepped between me and Metis, shielding me from the Prince. Metis glared at him and clicked his tongue. "Be careful, dog," he snarled, carefully correcting the lapels of his suit jacket. "You know very well that you cannot touch me. I'm the Prince. You try something I don't appreciate, you die." Hunter widened his stance, his large frame blocking Prince's view. "Try to touch her and you'll die first," he hissed.

Standing right in front of me is the devil himself. "The princess is awake!". He sneered. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! Untie me now!" "Hahahahaha, stop struggling princess, it's of no use. Anyways, you look beautiful, as always, you're looking hot". He said as he squat in front of me before untying my hands.