Locke The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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.

the Queen raged. Lu boldly stood up, he sent a glare to the girl and was swearing under his breath. “Maybe he’s creating a pack of his own for defense” the dragon prince said. Lu calmed down on hearing his calm voice. His sister turned to her brother with a disgusted look, “Is he an Alpha? Only Alpha’s have right to create a pack? Or are you a nut job too?”. The Prince ignored her and stood up, “Good job, Sir Lu. Now we know his company, we just have to find a way to catch them alone. Set a trap. Inform me directly” he marched out of the court.

The king's eyes popped in surprise when he heard the prince's demand. "Are you insane, young man?"He asked with slightly raised eyebrows. The prince looked at the old man with raised eyebrows as he fought many emotions. "That's not going to happen. There is no way I'm going to release the rogue Lycan!"The old man said through gritted teeth. "That's my condition."The prince took another sip of his drink, "Take it or leave it."Ace shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and continued to sip on his wine leisurely.

Ian catches my shoulder before I can tumble backward into a briar bush. Before I can ask what is wrong, Adriel’s massive fist smashes directly into Luka’s jaw. Luka is thrown five feet backward into a birch tree. He doesn't even try to shift back or defend himself; he just lies in the dirt, taking the blows as Adriel rains his fists down on his skull. "No, stop him," I cry, grabbing Ian’s leather jacket. "He will kill him!" "Why should we?" Leonardo asks, his eyes fixed on the blood pooling in the dirt. "This is our way, Miss Betty. The prince must establish dominance."

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—"

I won't stay out of it though, this fight will not end the same way, I can't lose him again. Aurora's jaws come down hard on his thigh, pulling back with all her strength. The prince screams but he doesn't slow, his fighting back, hard. Cole joins us; together we both bite into his shoulders, bringing him to the ground until Aurora goes for the kill. Ripping out his throat in one movement, spitting out the flesh to the ground beside her as the prince is left dead; his eyes still open. The lycans roar. The remaining turning to run as their leader lies in a pool of his blood. The life is his eyes gone.

"It's not enough that the descendants of this cruel woman also love to kill anyone, he also killed two previous wives before you. I think you are still safe until now, because he intended to kill you without getting his own hands dirty." Amanda bit her lip. ‘The Black Prince is indeed cruel, even ordering his servants to torture me,’ she thought. A flash of laughter from the Black Prince suddenly came to Amanda's memory, but somehow when she was alone with him, he looked more lonely than cruel. "Is it true that he is so cruel?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The bond was tearing him apart. His hands clawed at his own chest, his clothes ripping, his nails raking his own skin like he could somehow dig the pain out. He thrashed, choked out half-formed cries, his wolf howling so loud I could almost feel it reverberate in my bones. Alex tried to get to him but two guards blocked his way. And for some reason, that only made my wolf push harder against me, claws scraping at my insides. The Prince’s voice cut through the chaos. “This is the man you would have me believe is worthy of your daughter? Weak. Pathetic. I cannot believe this is what was meant to be bound to her.”

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