Novel & Cerita Holly Black Cruel Prince Series

“ come on in “ prince stiles urged her in a fool voice, she looked at her prince Alden to save her and only met his eyes. Smiling wickedly after bolting the door, prince stiles looked at princess Amelia with through hatred in his eyes. Princess Amelia knowing that she was in trouble beganw beginning him, while the prince calmly approached princess Amelia , and gripped her beautiful chin. “did you see how the son of a bitch insulted me, all because of you uhhh” he said as he gripped her chin harder making sure his claws were biting through it. Shivering with pain princess Amelia, begged for mercy but that seemed to make prince stiles more furious. After a couple minutes of griping of princess

Just then, a black-haired man with deep black eyes in a long white cloak walked towards them, then four others emerged from different angles, walking close, making eight of them in the cave, including Noelle and the unconscious prince. “Imogene, do you think we should spare the Lycan prince?” The black-haired young man asked the white-haired lady. Her gaze lingered on Silas for a short moment before she spoke. “For now.” Imogene, the white-haired lady answered, her voice and face devoid of any warmth as she circled the two of their hostages. The other witches and wizards had formed a circle around the two. They were all clad in black except the young black-haired man. “For now? Why? What do

All she could do was hover next to both of them and try to step in when someone was about to die. “Ready” “Ready” Both men wasted no time in announcing their readiness. Red Prince unsheathed his blades. His aura skyrocketed once he did. If before he was an angry Cheetah, right now he was a furious Cheetah King! Black Saga pulled his rod from his back, and his already domineering aura grew even more domineering. He was like a Tiger that had been given wings and could now fly, and his bloodthirsty gaze was set on Red Prince’s heart.

I admitted, the skin on my palms burning slightly. “Prince Noah!” my mother choked, horrified by what he had just said. “I know you’re grateful to Holly for what she did, but… You can’t encourage this kind of behavior! Don’t you see she could tarnish the Silverheart name by acting this crazy and violent way?! She just assaulted her own sister with her own hands…” “Well, it was actually a bit rude of me not to ask sooner,” he rested his forehead against mine. “Would you like to use my sword to finish the job, wife?”

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One Alexander’s POV "We ventured deep into the treacherous woods, father," the Prince began, his voice steady. "Under the moon's luminous embrace, our pack united, strong and relentless. With courage in our hearts, we faced the dreaded vampire horde." He continued, detailing the fierce battles and the hardships they endured during their quest to defeat the vampire menace. Each word painted a vivid picture of the clashes between the Lycans and the vampires, describing the Lycans' valor and the relentless nature of the vampire queen's forces.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

She fumed, the purple completely covering the black orb. "That’s what I said! So can you get him out now? He's bound right now. Something about St Patrick's blocks him from possessing me." Soon as I get home, I was going to hug Lord Chan fiercely. Meeting Nana Brooke is the miracle I've been hoping for! She will get Kyros out of me and my life can return to normal. She frowned. "St Patrick? Where is that?" "Um, the Whitfield estate?" Did I say I couldn't determine what she was feeling earlier? Well now I did. She was pissed as hell. Without moving from her seat, purple flames engulfed her body, parts of it latching onto the table and burning it to a crisp in a second flat.

After a while, knowing we were not alone, I raised my head, still holding on to her and turned in the direction of the crowd. Gloringreag Horncoat stepped forward with a tall muscular man I could perceive as a Lycan and a tall, pale man with jet-black hair and light blue eyes. The three raised fisted hands in the air and yelled, "Long live the true blood Lycan Prince!" "Long live our king! The protector of Northlands!' The crowd cheered. "Son of a…." I grumbled. Yeah, that was it. That was what I was weary of.

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!"

It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude. The moment he entered, his eyes fell on the untouched tray of food on the table and his brows furrowed in clear disapproval. His dark hair brushed lightly over the collar of his cloak, a few strands falling over his forehead and half-veiling those amber eyes that burned like fire beneath ice. Yet I could still see it, that flame within, restrained yet fierce, and laced with pain too deep to name. He looked at me, and with just that one look, the air seemed to thicken. My heart clenched. I felt like a child caught doing something wrong.