Romans & histoires Holly Black Cruel Prince Series

The alpha continued. “I am not here as the king, I am here as Brum’s older cousin.” The king said. Alpha Blackstone threw his hands in the air, at a loss of words. “We can’t just all do what we like despite tradition. This whole thing will be doomed.” Alpha Blackstone finally snapped.

William gritted his teeth as he was send falling backwards, the documents and makeshift bed in the room breaking his fall. "Who are you?! Dying your hair silver is a capital offense to the royalty of Enoch!" William harshened his tone as he pushed back the figure. Red eyes and face... I can't see a face... "Silver... Red... what meaning does colour even hold? Dark... once he arrives... darkness will persevere... Pitch black... Will be all you know..." "What?" William glares at the figure, holding his sword up defensively as it cackled. And with the wind howling in the background, it made it much harder for anyone aside from William to hear its ridiculous claims. He frowns and tightens his gr

The supernaturals looked at the entourage and wondered which of them was the crown prince. Phidius and the rest introduced themselves, then it was time for Theodore. "Greetings to the Alliance. I am Azazel, demon prince of Hades. It is a pleasure to meet you all." he bowed before them. "Wow! He is so handsome. He looks just like his father." "I heard he is a half demon though, his mother is human." "Do you think he would be interested in another species." the supernaturals gossiped among themselves. Alistair looked at the demon prince with a conflicted look on his face. The demon prince looked familiar, it felt that he had seen him somewhere but he couldn't recollect exactly where he had see

“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.

Liam hoisted her to face Nathaniel. "Speak. Who sent you?" the prince asked leisurely, swirling the tea leaves in his cup. Holly had just moments ago appeared graceful and refined, but now stood disheveled. Her hair was in tatters, her body was covered in blood and grime, and she looked utterly wretched. Though terror and despair still lingered in her eyes, she had somehow regained a glimmer of hope. "Y-you killed my father and brothers. You think... that I would fear you?"

If I did, they would catch us. “Keep moving!” I shouted, turning to glance at him. His face was pale, covered in sweat, his eyes wide with fear. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Kings weren’t supposed to look like this. But he was not a god, after all. And people broke under pressure. “John, I—” His words were cut off by a violent cough. I could tell he was struggling, but there was no time for sympathy. We had to get out. Fast.

Tj repeats “Well now we confess” “That’s not how-“ Before Cole could have a valid crash out at Tj the small window seated between the booths open up and someone speaks. “Confession” a voice says from the other side, smooth and bored “State your sins” Tj doesn’t miss a beat and says “Bless me Father, for I’m about to sin” There’s a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “Bold” the voice says “Proceed” Something clicks beneath the bench, the wooden wall behind us shifts- opening as cold air blows from the candle lit stairs going down.

I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways. Heir to the Lycan throne, Axel the Black is a tormented king. Captured by the wicked humans who sold his siblings and hid his parents, he was abused until he overtook the humans and retrieved the Lycan throne back. Now, there’s one thing missing: a mate to continue the Lycan lineage. He purchases breeders but his dark heart beats for one person. The human princess who was once his friend and now, his slave.

“That crazy prince…” Naya halted. Was he referring to Kael? “No, not that prince,” Billy corrected, noticing Naya’s surprised expression. “I think it’s the eldest…” He uttered, wincing while hooking his arm around Naya, sweat covering his face down his neck. Naya quickly understood. The eldest prince was Alpha Prince Zeke. He certainly had a deep hatred towards rogues or anyone who trespassed their pack territory. Carefully, she placed Billy on the grass where he could lean on the tree to rest while she used the herbs she kept to treat Billy’s wound.

Hazel said through gritted teeth. "Right. I heard about you. You must be Hazel Spiers, the crown prince's bride" Anya drawled, her stare condenscending. "My name is Princess Anya, Hazel and I'm a half blood" Hazel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I can tell what you are just by looking at you. I can already tell that you're a proud bitch whose ego is bigger than a mountain" Anya clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowed. She had no idea why a mere red blood was addressing her so informally. She had never seen a red blood who was courageous enough to look a black blood in the eye without showing fear.