Cruel Prince Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At first I saw only the man’s tall silhouette, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my breath caught in my throat. Caspian. The crown prince looked horrifying. The empire’s golden son, the perfect brother, now resembled a madman. His hair, usually neat and perfectly groomed, hung in greasy, tangled strands across his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot from sleeplessness and rage, but the most terrifying thing was his smile. A wide, unnatural grin twisted his features, exposing his teeth in the darkness. “Good morning, little bird,” he whispered, his voice trembling with barely restrained, manic hysteria. “My brother is so careful. He always locks the door… but he forgot that the royal sui

I'd never seen him like this. Gold-red eyes. Claws white as bone. He stepped over my body and caught Cassius by the throat. "You touched her." His voice wasn't human anymore. It was something dragged up from the depths of hell. Crack. He tore out Cassius's throat. Blood sprayed across the throne steps. The second prince crumpled, gurgling, drowning in his own blood. But even as he died, Cassius laughed. A rattling, wheezing laugh. "Hah... hahaha..."

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

He was extremely handsome and I recognised him immediately. He was Alexander Lupus, the second prince of the kingdom. I thought he had felt the same as me as he watched me carefully, but in a split second a pain ran through my head, almost bringing Carys to the floor. I knew what this was immediately. The Royal Family were spirit controllers, and right now Alexander was trying to bend mine to his will. Carys could hardly stand it any longer and she fell to the ground, whimpering in pain. Even still, Carys wanted to be closer to our mate, wanted him to protect us despite him harming us instead.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

Icran felt disgust wash over Rhae quickly and suddenly, replaced by a solemn feeling and her walls rising higher and higher. Icran wondered about the Princess. He could feel a tug in Rhae's mind that tried to call her out those large doors. If Rhae was falling for the Princess, it could complicate the plan. The Princess may even know about the plan. If that were the case, the Princess' death would have to be brought forwards, ahead of the rest of her family. It seems the King would have to be the pawn. Perhaps they could organise for the King who mourns for his passed family to stage a tragic incident for himself.

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