Locke Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

From what she had understood, the first prince was a wicked, clever soul. "Prince Draco, but he assured the king that he won't let you die," Adrian said calmly. She fisted the sheets tightly and a broken chuckle escaped past her lips. So it was exactly what she predicted. She could expect nothing less from these monsters but if she ever got the chance to kill any one of them prince Draco would be the first one on the list. She couldn't help but think about Kolton and hoped from the bottom of her heart that he was set free and the monsters fulfilled their promise. Still, she hoped to see him again one day.

He thought Inwardly as he hurriedly followed her, she tried to lift the harmer as she hits the rock, it didn't break a bit. "Hahaha, Such a feeble girl !" He said. "Can you just leave, What's a prince doing here ?" Prince Alex said. He coughed in shyness, he actually came to have satisfying glare at her sculptural beautiful, Get her shape and draw her exquisite beauty, That he came all the way down to the field with his guards, And noticed some men quieing at the entrance of a cave, He came in and saw that a mad man was hovering her, He was so irked and took a rock and hit him hard abruptly at the back of his head that he fell and died instantly.

Mist clung to the hedges and cobblestones, and the first light glinted off the marble fountains, painting the world in a soft, deceptive calm. I had been waiting for this moment, for Prince George to arrive. He had promised me that he would not marry Princess Victoria and I, for one was relieved that history would not repeat itself. The promise of yesterday’s chaos had been unnerving, but today clarity would begin to emerge. Today, we would set the pieces in motion to expose the acting king, to reveal his duplicity to the court without risking the delicate secret of Prince George’s true nature otherwise this kingdom would be doomed .

Theodore curled his body on the floor in severe pain as he was beaten all over. He could feel the mocking gaze of the rest demons. "I surrender" he cried out in pain. Devon kicked him a few more times before leaving. "Crown prince? What a joke. How can such a weakling be the crown prince." Devon sneered down at him where he lay on the floor. Theodore closed his eyes as he passed out, Devon was right, he was such a weakling.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

“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.”

One particularly daring little boy leaped onto his back, felling Isaac completely. I gasped, my hand flying over my mouth as I expected Isaac to throw a fit over his clothes getting dirty and torn. But to my surprise, he just let out a monstrous growl, thrashing on the ground and pretending to try to throw the kids off. The kids giggled, clinging to him. A few began to whack him with sticks. “Kill the monster! Kill it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the crown prince of the Lycan kingdom crawling on all fours and growling as a pack of children chased him around a dusty courtyard.

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

"Don't mind him. I have warned you not to tell me such scary and sad stories anymore. That's how life works darling. I wish that I could explain to you what I mean by this, but I will leave it till you're older." "What about Iza then? Iza and Dave?" The first man looked at the second man before answering, "We don't know what later happened to them." "And Aldridge? I think he should have helped the king but he didn't. But I understand, he needed to save his beloved. Love is such a scary thing. At least the evil one died. That's the key." The men chuckled and stood up, wrapping her in a blanket. "Sleep well, Princess. We will see you tomorrow morning."

the prince demanded. Kendrick was scratching the prince’s hand, trying to dislodge himself so he could breathe. The prince, growing tired of Kendrick’s struggles, threw him across the cell. We heard bones breaking as Kendrick landed in a pile of limbs on the floor. “Tell me now!” the prince roared.