Madoc The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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.

Harvey York smiled and said indifferently after looking at Lucas Jean’s brazen expression, “I believe that you truly aren’t afraid of death. I also think that torturing you will have no effect. “But I’m much more aware that your heart is full of reluctance. After listening to this, Lucas’s eyelids twitched, and his expression turned awful. It was just as Harvey said. His heart was full of reluctance. He was one of the Six Princes of Mordu. Moreover, he still had many connections and many hidden cards that he could use.

In one of the open chambers, Prince Callum is beating up his favourite servant with a horse whip while gulping down the fifth mug of beer. At the foot of the grand staircase, Prince Tedmond lays sprawn on the cold floor, his night silk robes open and the smell of alcohol reeking from his mouth. "Such lazy dogs! I would have had all their heads taken if the crown had chosen me," Prince Elon mutters in distaste as he strides over his stepbrother's drunken body. He grunts in annoyance when he reaches the palace's backyard and even his werewolf's eyes cannot spot the dark King. "I am glad to see that you're at least in your proper senses in the wake of today's tragedy. You're indeed the king thi

In a flash, Crimson is in front of Lord Maydor snarling in his face “This is unfair.” “There is nothing unfair about this,” Maydor replies in a calm and even tone “Our laws fairly state that the princess can be challenged for her right to claim the crown as she is unmated and unwed.” The smirk still on Maydor’s face, twists into a mocking smile “Maybe if she is lucky, Tomislav will claim her as his.”

“It’s not like anyone wants you here.” I don’t answer. The last thing I want is to get involved in some kind of confrontation with her. “It’s a pity that you even showed up tonight,” she goes on. “Everyone knows you don’t belong. Prince Marco is the Second Prince of Mador, and you? You’re just a charity case at best, a horrible mistake at worst. He can dress you up and dance with you, but we all know the truth. You are nothing.” My grip tightens on my purse at the sting of her words.

Losing her balance, Madison fell forward, her forehead striking the floor with a sickening thud. Mrs. Voss barked, "Get some ropes! If you won't tie her up, I will!" The guards rushed to fetch ropes. With Mrs. Voss in charge, they weren't about to let her act. Madison was quickly bound to a pillar in the hall. Madison's forehead bore a bruised swelling. She thrashed wildly, but the ropes held tight. All she could do was shoot Mrs. Voss a venomous glare and spit out threats, "I'm Princess Madison! How dare you embarrass the royal family? Do you have any idea what a crime this is? I'll have Lycan Erasmus execute your entire family!"

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead