Locke Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Each councilman stood frozen, paralyzed by the sheer brutality of the crown prince's actions, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and disbelief. In that chilling moment, a harsh truth settled over them like a shroud. They now understood, with a terrible clarity, who held the strength and the unwavering resolve to lead their fight against the formidable Lunari herself. The crown prince, bathed in the crimson aftermath of his actions, stood as a figure of both dread and awe. His actions, however brutal, were a testament to his unyielding commitment to the kingdom's cause.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

Anything would have been better than standing between a prince and an Alpha while the entire pack watched the cracks spread. The priest recovered first. “Prince Kael,” he said, gentler now, because gentleness could be another kind of control. “Your concern has been heard. Elara will not be touched unless necessary.” Concern. Kael’s face hardened. “That is not what this is.” The denial came too fast. Too sharp. Elara felt it strike something inside her, though she did not know why it hurt. Of course, it was not a concern. Concern was soft. This was something else.

Karl mumbled slowly. Magnus interrupted immediately, “who owns it?” Karl's voice became hoarse, and he lowered his head to respond “it belongs to Prince Rowan”. My breath stopped instantly and I felt a sharp pain pierce through my chest. Rowan really came here with armies just to find me. Magnus' eyes narrowed dangerously and he asked, “hope the warriors are well prepared for what’s about to happen?”

I would have to ask about that later. “And yet, you still decided to confront me?” Elizabeth continued. “I am sorry, my Queen, but she has harmed the prince,” the woman said. “How?” I asked quickly. I needed to get in there to find out myself what was happening. The woman looked at me, “Your saliva is killing him!” she raged as she took a leap towards me.

The latter locked eyes with me and winked at me which I returned with a scowl. “Stay here and help clean the room. The prince will have a short meeting with the king and queen.”Jerry stopped me before I could follow Prince Kraven and I only nodded in acknowledgement. When the royal family was gone, some of the ministers left but some of them stayed to mock Kohen. Of course they can freely mock a prince with only servants around. After all, we are not allowed to run our mouths. “Did you hear what the second prince said? His brain is filled with nothing but violence. Killing is all he knows. I pray to the Goddess that we will never have him as our king or we are doomed.”

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

An Alpha King was a death sentence. I stared at Janova hard. My chest pounded from the anxiety as he kept squeezing my palm. My wolf howled restlessly within me. Moon Goddess, may this not get me killed. “Prince Janova Lockham, are you willing…” “I am.” Janova snapped before the priestess finished her words. The priestess cleared her throat. “Someone’s eager to bed his mate.” The hall crackled with laughter. I frowned. Foam soaked at the back of my tongue. Sweat dripped from my palm, burning hot as the priestess fixed her gaze on me.

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"