Novel & Cerita Jude From The Cruel Prince

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

Kaelor’s gold eyes were dimming. Vladya raised the blade for the finishing blow. "Wait." The voice came from the sky. The Iron Kings had landed. The lead King—the one with the rusted armor and the dragon-bone spear—stepped into the surf. He was huge. A mountain of metal and bone. He looked at Vladya. Then he looked at Hecate. "You promised us the Alpha," the King rumbled. "He’s yours," Hecate said, not letting go of Aradaa. "Take him. Just leave the Muse to me."

I can just stand here, accepting that my death is coming, and I will not run from it. “She is a good cook as well as beautiful,” Alaric comments. “I want her to cook us dinner and then fuck us. Don’t kill this one." I hope he is joking. I’ve been a slave my entire life… I don’t want to be one for much longer. “What is your name?” the alpha asks me; his voice is gravelly and deep. He also has an accent I have never heard before, meaning he isn’t from the two other packs in the alliance. I’ve served enough meals to recognize their accent. Where are these alphas from?

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.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

I said as I sat down opposite her. “You're Arab, aren't you? My father said the man who hired him was from the same country as him. He just hadn't told me he was the son of a sheikh. You're also rich, from what I can see. Your house is magnificent.” she talked as she chewed. It looked hungry. “I am the son of a sheikh who rules my country. My brother is the king.” "Wow! So you are the prince?” “Let's say so” I confirmed feeling awkward when she referred to me that way. I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry.

I jumped and was quick to dart to the bathroom in order to smell nice. Not for him but to maintain the dignity of being a girl? However, my mood lightened when I heard Jonathan laugh with Caitlyn. “Th-thank you, Prince…” Caitlyn’s tearful voice rendered me speechless. “Nevermind. It was my fault to start with.” He answered and I wondered was it really his fault? Everyone is aware of the wrath of King Alexander. In fact I thought Sebastian was a potential King. But shouldn’t a King fight against injustice? Or he is merely scared to lose his chance of being one by going against the King, himself?

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

she explained. “Where is my mother? How can I safe her?” I sasked afraid. “We have to make a plan in order to save her Nephew” said Uncle Julius. With a bang the door had been opened and Frank came in. “Frank ? what happened ?” I asked him because he was so much horrified. “Prince Radius! He killed…He killed the King” he said in a trance like state. I felt my blood boiled. “No father I will, I will avenge him” I was head to the door when Martha had grabbed me and then all I felt was smoke like darkness.

But, what this Jude said was never in his memory. "I didn't know the exact reason, Your Majesty—" "Stop calling me that. I am just Zach, not the former king." Zach corrected him as he looked straight at Jude. "Remember that, Jude. Your king is Levi Dacre." "Understood." "Now, continue your story," Zach commanded. "Ekhm…" Jude cleared his throat before continuing, "I am not sure why you are looking for the soul catcher, but I remember you brought something with you during that journey. The size was almost like a human, so I assumed you wanted to bring someone back." Jude answered carefully.