Locke The Cruel Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, Shadow sneered, "It's just iron gates" "If only you'll shut up and let me try..." "If you had half the size of a pea for a brain you would know this prison is fortified against the magic of any kind", Alessandro interrupted them, "Conserve your energy you'll need it" Louis who had been quiet since he was captured finally spoke, "If you want to kill us get it over and done with" "Young prince this is Isles and I make all the rules here. I'm going to kill you all there's no doubt and besides I would like to see you suffer while you're at it", Alessandro smiled, "Dying that is"

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

Dangled between his fingers was the real locket, the garnet eye of the wolf glinting with a color I now realized had been missing from the one around my neck. "Give it to me!" I reached for it, but he held it high above my head, forcing me to strain against him. "Not so fast, Kitten," he said, his voice a low, teasing purr. "I can't believe you’d be this deceitful. You tricked me into a pact with a fake locket?" “Careful,” he cut in, his tone dropping slightly, but I was too angry to stop. “You have no honor, Aiden. You're a coward and a liar that manipulates people because you are the Lycran King."

One particularly daring little boy leaped onto his back, felling Isaac completely. I gasped, my hand flying over my mouth as I expected Isaac to throw a fit over his clothes getting dirty and torn. But to my surprise, he just let out a monstrous growl, thrashing on the ground and pretending to try to throw the kids off. The kids giggled, clinging to him. A few began to whack him with sticks. “Kill the monster! Kill it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the crown prince of the Lycan kingdom crawling on all fours and growling as a pack of children chased him around a dusty courtyard.

"Don't mind him. I have warned you not to tell me such scary and sad stories anymore. That's how life works darling. I wish that I could explain to you what I mean by this, but I will leave it till you're older." "What about Iza then? Iza and Dave?" The first man looked at the second man before answering, "We don't know what later happened to them." "And Aldridge? I think he should have helped the king but he didn't. But I understand, he needed to save his beloved. Love is such a scary thing. At least the evil one died. That's the key." The men chuckled and stood up, wrapping her in a blanket. "Sleep well, Princess. We will see you tomorrow morning."

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

Nadai’s jaw was a line drawn with a ruler. Outside, the bells rolled on into the gray noon. Somewhere beyond the city, a boy with wolf blood and claw scars on his hands walked into the trees like a man who had thrown his shadow into a river and not waited to see if it floated. Inside the palace, the crown lay on a table. The throne sat in its usual silence. Between them stood a prince with a wolf’s eyes and a grief that did not make him smaller. “Lock the gates,” Kael said at last. “Feed my people. Prepare the pyres.” His voice did not waver. “At sunset, we hunt.”

A tribunal of kings and high-ranking alphas, with King Aldric presiding, convened for judgment. The crimes of the Lockwoods were read aloud in a packed court chamber—treason, kidnapping a royal child, conspiring with witches, blood-binding rituals, forced rejection, and obstruction of a prophecy that affected all wolves. Alpha John stood with clenched fists as each count was delivered. Elias sat beside his father, no longer proud or defiant, just hollow. Rose Ryder, meanwhile, refused to speak at all, staring blankly into the distance, as if her mind had retreated far from the throne room.