Locke The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Unlike lycans, any were-animal with wings need to be shirtless to prevent its wings from getting stuck in the sleeves. Prince Andre got to the compound well after midnight again and from a tree, he watched as women got raped. He scanned the area for any sign of prince Mano before mind linking his mother, ‘Let queen Lana know that there is still no sign of prince Mano and that her husband and sons have not arrived yet.’ ‘What do you think you are doing? You should have taken our flock with you!’ Queen Amirah mind linked him back furious. ‘Why should our flog be in danger for the lycans?’ Prince Andre mind linked her back before falling to the ground, the noise from the gunshot still ringing

We worked in silence after that, and the lamp held its circle, and four days felt suddenly very small against everything that was moving simultaneously, and across the table the Crown Alpha of a wolf dominion in a dark turtleneck read his briefing files with his expression giving nothing away and his eyes finding mine every time I looked up, like he couldn't help it, like he'd stopped trying to help it, like some decisions had already been made and the only thing left was the days between us and the truth he still owed me. ~~~

Kael reached out and seized her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. As her face gradually turned purple from lack of air, he spoke coldly, "You're not worthy of even mentioning her name. Even when you drove a wedge between us, I never once thought of breaking off our engagement. And you think, with that counterfeit face of yours, you could replace her?" He took out a silver dagger and slashed it viciously across Elena's face. "You don't deserve this face either. Didn't you like leaving scars? I'll grant you that wish."

All the rogues froze as the handsome blond passed by them. He looked like an angel, but his dark aura was intimidating. Next to him walked a spitting image of their alpha, just a little older. The guests entered the rogue alpha’s tent. Alpha Jake sipped his wine and chuckled, “So the prince sent my old man to try to talk me out of taking the throne.”

“This time, he also wants you to challenge him, too. So, you’re going to fight four of them in one row.” “Challenge them? You mean beating those three dwarfs again?” I laugh, feeling it’s funny. Is it really hard for that old hag to hand me the throne? “Is he sure about that? Last time I did it, I was arrested since the favorite child got head conscious. He still can't count till five until now.” “Not to forget about his two handsome princes, who now lose their middle teeth because of shifting battles. Did he want me to make them appear as toothless toddlers now?”

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.

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

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?"

the guard stated. Prince Aldridge nodded his head, "Open the cell and leave us." "My lord we cannot…" The guard started but stopped when he saw Prince Aldridge's glare. He unlocked the cell and handed Prince Aldridge the torch and walked away to mind his business. Prince Aldridge stepped in and walked towards the prisoner. He stopped in front of him and looked down at the man seated on the floor, he saw that although the man was locked up here, he seemed to be fit, maybe it was from his time as a knight?

“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.”