Locke The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

this man must think I have time to play games. “What is the meaning of you kidnapping my mate and sending me pieces of her?” he raised an eyebrow and the look on his face told me that he did not know what I was talking about. “I am afraid I do not know what you are talking about. I have no reason to go after you Mr Lockwood, at least not yet. But if you want help finding her then I will be more than happy to help.” Shit! That means the prince has her. that fucking moron. I am going to kill him. “Alpha, another messenger is here with another box.” A mind link came through.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

A long dark cloak rested over a polished armor scarred by several battles. His black straight hair reached the base of his neck, and there was a faint scar on his left jaw signifying that he has fought countless battles. His silver-gray icy eyes made the whole room fall into a thick silence. Without saying a word, he walked towards the royal platform and each step he took echoed like the heavy stomping of the guards. The nobles stood up and bowed to him except for one frightened noble who said, “wow, he really came”. Without asking anyone, I knew that he was Alpha Magnus Thorne. The most feared ruler of Blackthorne fortress, the king’s younger brother, and the man whom everyone refers to as

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.”

“How could we take a word from a stranger like him? Who do you think you are to accuse us?!” I let out a sigh and removed my helmet. “Can you recognize me now?” In a second, the mighty Alpha was on his knees before me. “Your highness!” When he saw that everyone around him was still standing, he yelled at them, “He's Prince Kohen, the second prince of the royal family of lycans! Kneel or you lose your heads!”

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

Then, he disappeared into the shadows of the cave, leaving me standing alone with the torch flickering and the dead spy at my feet. The Vampire Prince had returned. ***** Question; Who is the Alpha? And who is Loki's betrothed?

came his short and straight to the point response. Oh so this was about him.. the rogues must have been after him to kill him as he was a force to be reckoned with.. But which fool could have been brave enough to try and attack the cold Prince who is known for his merciless and wicked ways especially his lover for seeing other people in pain. Or were they not informed that the person in the carriage was none other than the Lycan Prince. “How’s your vision? Can you see?” He asked, his eyes shifting between me and the road.

I shrugged, noticing how the Alpha had placed himself slightly in front of the princess. “What did you do with her son?” The King asked, his voice so low I knew his Lycan was on the surface. “Killed him the day we took him, he was weak too, like his mother. Didn't survive the turn” I said, a little pissed at my poor choice of henchmen. “You crazy bitch! You said you'd return him if she did what you wanted!” The princess growled, stepping out from behind her mate, who didn't seem to like the action.

I add, but the guard crosses his arms, his expression unyielding. He claims that the prince has issued strict instructions not to let anyone—including Driviar's messengers—interfere. I know Charon said nothing about Driviar's messengers. I understand that the guard is trying to let me know that he's not going to let me in, but I can't have that. My wolf is restless in my head, he can feel our mate's unrest somehow and he will lose it if this guard doesn't step out of the way.