روايات وقصص ضمن Locke The Cruel Prince

Half of Luciana’s lips tilted up to a mocking smirk, she was setting fire on a grenade. “I don't know how she managed to capture the Crown Prince heart but she definitely belongs to me”. “Is she bearing your mark?”. An alpha from the crowd asked. Kyle went quiet. Laughter came from the crowd. “A toad wanting to eat swan meat”. “He even dares to go against the Savage Princess”. “He tried to claim the Demon Prince's mate as his”. “Very bold but his unexpected end is death”. “He dares to court with death”. “Unfortunate being”.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Drake," he exclaimed angrily. Emily’s heart melted, and she faced the king and queen. She was glowing again as the moon appeared from the clouds. She swallowed hard, making a loud growl. "Venatores peribunt." Monui te. Totum rouges regnum est. " (The hunters will die. I warned you. The whole kingdom of the rouges.) "Interfice nos, plus est." The king blurted out (Kill us. There is more.) "Watch how I will kill the prince and break his bones into pieces and burn him to ashes," Drake said dangerously. Emily played the light in her hands while Drake softly killed the prince. They are throwing each other’s deadly death glares. The prince screamed in pain until his voice couldn’t even be recogniz

I don’t even have enough strength to be scared anymore. I just want it to end. *** Alpha Eamon’s POV I nod to my men, signaling them to proceed. The cell door creaks as it swings open—idiots didn’t even bother to lock it—and within moments, each of the princes is yanked from their debauchery and dragged to their knees, lined up like the pitiful dogs they are. The stench of sweat, blood, and stale alcohol fills the air, a testament to their final moments of twisted indulgence.

Everything was happening too fast for Louie, now all he wanted was this pain to end. The Prince's rage lasted for atleast an hour before he stops, and Louie's body was badly beaten. The were definitely bruises, but the gown he is wearing fully covers his body. He's almost about to faint when the Prince added, "If you dare pass out in my chambers, I won't assure that you'll see the daylight of tomorrow." "Y-Yes, I understand, your highness." The unbearable pain, exhaustion, and depressing emotions caused Louie to look lifeless. And the cruel Prince felt satisfied turning him like this.

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.

Their existence had a great influence on the country, and no one ever found out why they left. Locke's relentless methods were shocking, but he ended up getting his share of the Rostead market. Perry sighed. "Master's right. That was his karma. Locke took out the other major clans using unscrupulous methods and got what he deserved in the end." After dusk, Wilbur came to the beach to sense the Shadow King's aura. A wave crashed against the shore before disappearing, and the Shadow King appeared before Wilbur with a smile. "Do you really think you can stop me?"

Everything was perfectly mine. I picked up a tiny glass jar of expensive face cream, but my mind was miles away. The Warlord King was currently drinking himself into a useless, pathetic stupor in the dark, still mourning his lost, broken slave. Good. Let him bleed. My fingers gently traced the cold gold of my heavy necklace. My plan was perfect. Cillian was already dead inside, and soon, he would be dead in reality, too. The only thing standing between me and complete ownership of this entire Lycan Kingdom was one person: Prince Lorcan, Cillian’s foolish younger brother.

but the prince deliberately ignored him. With a straight face and a flat tone, he announced, "I, Leonardo Northcote of Hoarfrost, reject Princess Iris as my wife." Then he stood up from his throne and walked out before the room could process a reaction.

Lura replied, readying the needles she would use. The Prince didn’t answer. Lura began sketching the symbol of the black kingdom—a red flame. He had asked for it to encircle his neck, and so she did. Elder Lura carefully drew the design on the smooth, pale skin of the Prince’s neck. His eyes remained closed, as if calming his mind. Then she began piercing the skin with the needles. She noticed how the Prince winced at each prick. Small beads of blood emerged from the tiny wounds, making her swallow hard. The scent of the Prince’s blood was so tempting that she wanted to drink it to quench her thirst. "You seem tempted by my blood," the Prince said softly, eyes still closed. Elder Lura paused