Madoc The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

The sultry smile that played on her lips was as enchanting as it was dangerous. LORD ALDRIC (With a deep bow) (With a husky voice) "Your Highness, Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria, I'M LORD ALDRIC, we extend a warm and tantalizing welcome to the Kingdom of Ardonan," Princess Salena's response was a low, melodious chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of those around her. Her voice, like sweet venom, wove its way into their hearts, leaving them craving for more.

“The gods sent me. I already found the other three princes. Eduard, son of King Harold of the North. Magnus, son of King Athelwulf of the West, and Gadrial, son of King Johnathan of the South-East.” “We know the princes,” I said. “Of course,” the witch said. “And you are?” Joel asked. “You may call me Morella.” “Is that your name?” Troy asked. “No, but it’s dangerous to give my true name. It can be used against me. Please. Sit.” The two Lycan princes gave each other a sceptic look. They were enemies, after all, and sitting down together was unheard of. “Do you trust her?” Joel asked. “I’ve heard that you are a monster with all the wolf talents.”

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 waited for him to say something but he didn't, he turned back to leave. I wanted to ask him why; I didn't dare. Anguish flooded me. I watched him walk to the door, and when he was close to it, I said, "You care about me, but you won't admit it. Well, I'm braver than you, because I'm not afraid to say it. I still care about you, Michael; God help me, I do!" He laughed, a sound that was harsh and mocking. "I am the Lycan King, Sonia. Cruelty is part of my nature, a necessity to maintain order. I cannot afford to be sweet, not even for you. So no! I do not care about you."

My vision blurred, and I could hear the sound of my own bones cracking, my muscles stretching and tearing as the shift began. I screamed, the sound echoing through the night. My scream morphed into a howl. The pain was unbearable, a white hot agony that consumed everything in me. I could feel the shift taking hold, my body changing, transforming into the other part of me. “Master, do something!” Marion cried, her voice filled with desperation. But there was nothing he, or anyone could do. The shift was inevitable, unstoppable. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, the pain too much to bear. The last thing I saw before the darkness took over was Marion’s terrified face, her eyes wide w

My Lycan Prince. Chapter Sixty. As I stand in front of the full length mirror in my old room in the palace. The plain white mermaid cut wedding dress fits my body like a glove. This dress suited me better than the ones in my dream when I was Marrying Mattie. The dress may be plain with just lace but it’s beautiful. Archer has never asked me to change who I am. He doesn’t demand I wear makeup to make me look more attractive or tells me not to eat so much because I’m getting too fat. Archer loves me for who and what I am.

She walked slowly into the throne room, but Damien's eyesight landed on her the moment she stepped into the throne room. "My Princess here's....." Damien smiled his eyes following Madeline as she walked, she seemed even more enchanting than usual. Callous walked out holding a squirming goblin, two actually...they were smaller than usual. Madeline looked at the small blue creatures in callous's hands. A goblin..Madeline brows furrowed..they didn't look like your average goblins, they had scales and fins..they were slimy and smelled like fish. You didn't have to look too goat to know they're affiliated with the west.

The prince met my gaze, then flinched slightly as his eyes swept over the swirling storm of darkness that devoured the throne and Asher. “I’ve studied over a hundred Obsidian Alphas. Madness always uses the same weapon to control them — their wives,” the prince said. “Madness will use Alpha Asher’s instinctual desires for you to trap his soul even deeper, into a more realistic illusion.” The prince’s voice roughened. “And if Madness hurts you, Alpha Asher might never want to return to reality. Because that’s what Madness does, it turns the reality so ugly and disturbing that alphas prefer staying in illusion.”

Maddie smiled. “What about the King, what is he like?” I heard rumours that he was ruthless before I arrived, however I could get on board with his punishments if he was hot. “Oh he is dreamy” Maddie laughed. “Like incredibly sexy and he’s not mated. I think every girl in the academy wants to jump on him”. I laughed at Maddie’s description. “I heard he was ruthless”. “Oh he is, I’ve seen him fight with the pack and let me tell you, I would not like to be the one up against him”. Maddie shivered at the thought.