Cruel Prince Series Novels & Stories

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.

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

The rain trickled down my face but I ignored it. “A thousand years ago, the current king was cursed to suffer and cause damnation upon his people. The ruling line carried the curse and as a consequence, all of his children carried the curse, but only the crown prince would pass it on to his children. I was born with the curse. My father and his brother, Brum’s father also carried the curse. The pack was enslaved. They worked so hard for just little food. Many starved for years. My father would beat them to submission and he killed whoever he wanted when he wanted. But my mother and us got the worst of it. He tore my mother apart, beat her and... tortured her every single day until he finally

Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it. My throat is dry. Princess? How can I be a Princess when I have no memories? And Crimson is a Queen? She looks like one, even carries herself like one. But how can she be my mother? "My name is Roel And I work here, as a doctor and as a mentor. You don't need to panic, we are going to take care of you, and help you come to terms with who you are, while we figure out exactly what you remember. Is that okay?"

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

He was saddened to see a brave fairy prince, the guardian of the Midnight Forest, Prince Keefe Forest, fell beautifully in midair. He could see Kyron crying hysterically, mourning the loss of his best friend, comrade in arms, someone he had considered family and brother. Vladimir's eyes filled with tears when he saw Cassia hug Kyron, who was so sad. This war brought sorrow and much miserable. How many kind and gentle people have to die in battle? Prince Keefe Forest died trying to protect as many people as possible. Vladimir gulped. When compared to his efforts and sacrifices, it seemed that the fairy prince had done more meritorious things than him. Vladimir clenched his fists. He couldn't

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

"What do you mean, a pure vampire? I didn't realise that there was a difference, a vampire is a vampire!" "I have only come across a couple of pure ones, the Vampire King being one of them. A pure Vampire is one of Royal blood and only Royal blood. They are faster, stronger, and much more cunning, and if they don't have a mate or lover for release, they are extremely cold-hearted and cruel. We may have a little trouble getting the princess away from him, especially if he has claimed her as his own. To get to her, we may even have to kill him. Which will not be an easy task." "Well, it looks like we have more hunting to do and now that we have the princess's full scent, we can follow them wit