Madoc The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

William straightened himself uncomfortably in his seat as he narrowed his eyes at Mikhail. Mikhail scratched his cheek awkwardly as the thought of being a Prince was still a farfetched dream for him. It was too difficult a pill to swallow. It felt like all those years when he and his mother were ostracised in their previous villages were made lightly off while he could have easily been living the dream. Nevertheless, he didn't feel too keen on letting his new found title change who he was. "I don't think... It's easy for me to just act like a prince so suddenly..."

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

I see the front door come into view, when a large man steps out from around the corner, walking towards me. I feel the power from a half a block away from him. Whatever he is, he is strong and important. I ignore the sense of forboding and keep my eyes down on the ground. He walks up to me and I go to amble around him when he sticks a large hand out and curls it around my bicep, squeezing painfully. I cry out as the pain sizzles through my arm. He pulls me into his chest possessively and drops his face into my neck, breathing in deeply. My mouth drops in shock and my eyes peer up into his. They are glowing a bright gold and a cruel smirk slips across his face before he utters the one word I

Elizabeth said as she stepped around me. “It is alright; I just want them to help him,” I said as Elizabeth walked through the door. I looked to Carter, “There are protocols in our world, Julia. Those protocols are followed by everyone. A mate always stays with their mate. Especially the Prince’s mate,” he said calmly.

I watched, my breath caught in my throat, as they fought fiercely, their movements a blur of claws and fangs. Suddenly, Chad's attention turned to me, and his eyes narrowed. "And what do we have here?" he growled, making his way towards the palace. "The precious Amelia, hiding away while her mates do the fighting." I backed away, my heart pounding, as Chad climbed the stairs to the balcony. "Stay back!" I warned, my voice trembling. Chad let out a menacing laugh. "Or what? You'll scream for your precious Kayden to save you?" He took another step forward, his claws extended.

Her mate the alpha prince of the Crescent Moon Pack, rejected her, as his mate and future Luna of the pack," he declares with icy detachment, not sparing a single glance on her before retreating into his car. What happens when the one you're meant to be with, rejected you? will she find another or fight for what is hers?

the maid replied fearfully before running to catch up with the rest of her team Prince Falkor was the eldest Prince of the Alpha King, tall and hairy. He loves to pack his hair up and tie it in ponytail, making his thick eyebrows more visible. His broad face accommodated all the beauties that was carved there, his lips were averagely thick and they spread wide whenever a smile appeared on them.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.