Cry For Me Crown Prince Novels & Stories

"I know she likes you." Prince Ron clenched his fists as he glared at Prince Kayziel with determination. "I'm not that stupid, Kayziel. I am the Crown Prince of Ashenmore which means that you're not only getting my body but you're getting my Kingdom along with it so it's either all or nothing."

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

“Your Highness the Crown Princess, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived.” Exclaimed the guard from outside the room. 'Dylan? Is it Dylan?' Fuschia wiped the tears stain from her cheeks. Then take a deep breath. "Please come in." She said. Merri looked at Fuschia with worries. From the story that Fuschia conveyed earlier, the Crown Prince was the one who killed the two of them, no, but three of them including Fuschia's son. It was also the Crown Prince who had tricked Fuschia on her first night so that Fuschia slept with a stranger until she became pregnant and now miscarried.

She stares, her eyes shifting color to bright gold and I bow my head. “Your Majesty, it’s an honor. My name is Crown Prince Cian of Amar, and I apologize for the circumstances we meet, but I hope you do not hold it against me.” “You freed me, Heir to the throne of Amar. I do not hold anything against you, I am thankful, but a Crown Prince from Hell do not do anything without it being for his own gain, what do I owe you for my and my daughters lives?” Her feline says, her voice deeper and more regal than I remember her human voice to be.

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

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.”

“Truth destabilizes kingdoms.” Aera stepped closer. “Then maybe it deserves to be destabilized.” ⸻ The Crown’s Echo That night, Aera dreamed. She stood before the divided crown—three arcs hovering in the air. Two glowed faintly. The third remained dark. A voice whispered: Find the others. She woke with her sigil blazing. Not reacting. Calling. ⸻ Elsewhere A hooded figure knelt in candlelight. “The Crown is waking,” they said. Another voice answered, calm and cold. “Good. Let her search.” “And the other heir?” A pause. “Break them first.”

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

He shaved clean and had a nice new haircut. “Good afternoon, everyone. Thank you for coming here on such short notice.” He took a deep breath and looked at the paper on the podium. “After much thought and with deep regret, I must inform you that I have made the difficult decision to abdicate myself as the Crown Prince of Serevia.” Tara gasped beside me, gripping my hand tightly. Everyone around me had the same reaction, gazes glued to the TV screen.

Vera said after coming to a sudden realization. I was too stunned to react for a few seconds. “But, he wasn't the one that you met that day right? The one that contacted and invited me over” I asked Vera. “I just asked G****e and found out that the one we thought was the crown prince was actually his younger brother, Karl Alfredo” Gina replied while handing me the phone to see the search result. It felt so surreal, my mate is the crown prince of Lycantropolis. “That means…” I was about to say something when my mates scent wafted into my nose and I immediately looked at the door which Sasha refused to close when she entered.