Jude From The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

"Tell me more. Is he handsome? What does he like?" Chloe's smirked as she turned her head to Jucel, their faces near at each other. "You finally stopped stuttering," she whispered. Jucel paled but Chloe didn't seem to notice as she looked away. "The crown prince is handsome. He's the gentler version of Jared." Jucel's pale face was gone as she her eyebrows met. "Jared?" "Mm," her friend said. "But anyway, he personally took care of my wound and healed my exhausted inner core. He was the one who saved me from death in that apartment."

Amie moved closer to the front of the figure and froze. "Prince Emeriel?" Amie couldn't believe her eyes. She blinked hard to clear her vision. Perhaps cleaning the whole floor of the westside yesterday with barely any break in between had been a bad idea. I’m definitely seeing things. But even after the third blink, the figure didn't change. It was still Prince Emeriel...as a girl. A girl. "H-help me," Prince Emeriel cried, his voice strained. Fresh tears filled his eyes. "Somebody...please help me."

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

“Mom and dad insisted we all take an interest in some art or another. Iris is a very talented singer. I did physical art – painting, sculpture. That sort of thing.” “What does Jude do?” Cole smirks, shrugging and looking down. “Jude is…Jude. He has a distinct amount of disdain for something that takes time and practice. But he’s secretly good at a lot of things, even though he refuses to master none of them. He’s one hell of a dancer, and a damned good writer too. Though he’d deny it all if pressed.” The Prince grins at me, clearly proud of his brother. I laugh a little, tilting my head to look down at the wolf carving. “So, why does nobody know about this? The public would love an artistic

Jude starts rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “It’s okay, Iva. No one will hurt you. Not while I’m here.” He said. “Look at me, Iva.” Cain smiles evilly at me and I look away and into Jude’s eyes. “No one will hurt you. Trust me.” I nodded tightly when I heard Junk start speaking. “Now that everyone is here, I would like to welcome King Jaxon and Queen Sable to hear this case. With them is Prince Jude, Heir to the Werewolf Realm and his fated mate and future queen, Iva Sanger.”

Although Jude barely avoided it, the powerful momentum sent him flying again, and he broke a few of his rib bones. Jude was terrorized as he hurried to say, “I admit defeat! I surrender! The ones who offended you are from Admiralporium. Go kill them! I won’t stop you!” Yvette was in disbelief. “Mr. Held, how could you do this!?” Jude snapped back in anger, “You idiots! Who asked you to offend someone so skilled? You deserve it!” Yvette was disappointed. She had admired people from Eternalporium so much, only for Jude to turn out to be a scum at such a critical juncture. She had just supported him so openly!

As if I am a daughter of the president of this country. Jude find a perfect spot for us. He held my hand with a smile on his lips. Yay! My prince! “Have a seat Lily.” he pulled the chair for me. “I’ll get our food.” then he turns back to me. Jude is active at school. He is an athlete and love to engaged in academic competition. He is one of the prides of our school. And I am not the only one who could see his handsomeness, he is actually the prince heartthrob in this territory.

"It's you. I finally found you! Give me the antidote now! Give me the power inside those damned slippers!" Rosalie stared at the blood-soaked Prince Adrian, completely lost. "Who are you? What antidote are you talking about?" Prince Adrian let out a sinister laugh and slowly advanced toward us. "Stop playing dumb! I know you're the only person in the world who understands this ancient magic! "I'm the prince! The future king of this kingdom! As long as you help me secure the throne, I'll give you anything you want! But if you refuse to help me—"

He looked like a phantom sculpted from blood and dusk. He walked with a silence that made people hold their breath. “The Alpha Prince…” someone whispered beside me, barely audible. “So he’s returned…” came another voice. I stayed bowed, still as a statue, but my ears strained for every word. “His father’s health is failing again.” “They say he came from the borderlands no notice, no escort…” “He’s terrifying. My cousin said she once saw him make a Beta flee the court in tears.” Then the whispers took a darker turn.

“I am your prince!” One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. He leveled his spear at me, his voice devoid of emotion as he spoke the words that sent ice through my veins. “Prince Neil, you are under arrest and sentenced to death for consorting with Werewolves.”