Novel & Cerita Locke The Cruel Prince

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.”

Maybe he found something. The next moment, the prince seemed to be enraged. His eyes locked in a certain direction, and his wolf overflowed with killing intent. Suddenly, he let out a long and intimidating howl at the moon. “Woooooooo~” The power of Kral's voice shook the trees around us for a moment, and we were struck by the Prince's angry howling, both of us crouching low and softly giving a submissive howl. When we looked up again, the prince was gone.

I would have to ask about that later. “And yet, you still decided to confront me?” Elizabeth continued. “I am sorry, my Queen, but she has harmed the prince,” the woman said. “How?” I asked quickly. I needed to get in there to find out myself what was happening. The woman looked at me, “Your saliva is killing him!” she raged as she took a leap towards me.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

Why is her heart still hurting so much? 2016... "Flash!" "I don't want to marry her! What is that family marriage! Let's just say it's good! But it's not her? I am the crown prince of this country who needs her?! " "You don't need to know what Annie Hathtrick is! But you already have someone you love!" Robert was frustrated, picked up the porcelain vases from the Renaissance and threw them on the floor without sparing his hands. Interrupting, he turned to walk away, leaving Annie Hathtrick and Davis Pringle and Vivian Burmain to watch in a restless mood.

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.”