Madoc The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

The guard bowed and nodded before walking away, out of the throne room where the messenger was looking at the king wondering what his words would be, the messenger knew that the king was not allowed to kill him, therefor he didn’t fear that, but he feared what the king was going to reply, knowing that the humans could not take out the werewolves, vampires, and witches on their own, they would be needing help, a lot of it, if the kings did decided to declare a war, at first, the messenger wondered why the princes had declared a war against their families, then when he heard the people, when he saw the people of the different kingdoms and how they were struggling, the messenger understood, the

" Princess, what's your daddy's name who also has this same mole like us?. I would also like to meet him too." " His name is Yusuf, Aunty. Yusuf Abduljawad." " What?!!!"

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.

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

“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.

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.