Jude From The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

But no one laughed. The whispers that filled the court instead were heavy, trembling, and horrifying. "The prince has marked the slave. The prince has bound himself forever to him. The prince has disgraced the throne." I had spent years training for this role. Groomed in etiquette, in spellcraft, in seduction, in the perfect tilt of my smile. I was to be Luna, the queen of wolves, the polished jewel of the Abyssal Palace and the DarkMoonCrest Kingdom, and now, all of it... every lesson, every sacrifice was slipping through my fingers like ash.

the priest said, and his voice tightened almost imperceptibly on the word fully, “then we will seek understanding before judgment.” Before judgment. Elara’s stomach sank. That meant judgment was coming. It only had to wait its turn. A voice rose from the right side of the hall, older and controlled but loud enough to be heard. “There is nothing to understand if the prince felt no bond.” Another answered before the priest could. “The circle reacted.” “It faltered.” “That was because of her.” The words spread faster this time, passing from one cluster of wolves to the next. They were not shouting. They did not need to. Whispers could do more damage when everyone wanted to hear them.

The villagers did not even show respect to the prince, causing the villagers to be nervous for Cathy, but there was also admiration because Cathy was not afraid of the position the prince had. Jude bowed and apologized to the prince for Cathy's behavior. "Excuse my brother, Prince Hubert. He's really shy and doesn't talk to anyone he doesn't know," Jude said, turning to where Cathy had gone. On the other hand, Caisen just stared at where Cathy went. He knew that it was his friend and playmate when he was young. The only thing he wondered was why Cathy didn't greet Caisen when she knew him. On the other hand, Caisen also thought that because they were young, there was a chance that she had fo

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

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?"

Her fingers mischievously grazed Erwin's face. "Ah, you must be the Bloodthirsty Prince, Prince Erwin. I have heard many tales about your good looks, but oh my prince, that tale does not do you justice. They say you are the most beautiful human, but that is wrong. You are still the most beautiful even if the gods are beside you. How could you? All the men in the world would be jealous of your good looks. All the women would want to fuck you." "I need your help."