Madoc The Cruel Prince 소설 & 이야기

" the young prince was not convinced by the fair maiden sudden appearance. "Ok, you said you're here for me right? good! How did you know I was here? let me tell you the truth, I'm the first prince of Igodomigodo, Although this forest is inhabited by Evil Spirits like yourself, it's is still a part of Igodomigodo. Therefore, as the prince, I demand that you tell me the truth, did you manifest from the smoke?" Convinced the strange woman was an Evil spirit, the prince said lifting his lips into a pouch.

And somehow, he was my mate. My mate. The crowd parted to make way for him, cheers and the banging of mugs against tables rising into the air, as Neil stepped forward, nodding to his challenger. His challenger was a large Lycan with a broken nose and a scar across his jaw, and he grinned like a wolf at the sight of the Lycan Prince accepting his challenge. Not fearful, even though Neil was larger than him, just… thrilled. And flattered.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

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

A few seconds after she had finished, the door went open and Mabuse, the royal physician stepped in with a sack in his hand, obviously filled with different herbs. "My prince." His old voice called. "Mabuse." Luciano called in acknowledgement. Mabuse looked around the room and noticed a maiden laying on the Prince's bed, her back exposed filled with different cuts. *She must be the one who needs urgent treatment, cause the prince looks okay* he thought within himself. He stared at the prince one more time before nodding his head and then set to work. "You can leave Madam Helen." Luciano dismissed her. Madam Helen stared at Eleanor one last before stepping out of the room with Gwen behind her

“Yes…everyone hates the Dark Prince. No kid wants me as their friend. Mr. Blue understood me, but…but, they killed him.” My tear-stained cheek was wiped by my little hands, only for fresh tears to occupy them. “I’m Ambroz, my father is a Vampire Elder. Don’t cry? I’ll be your friend,” I walked towards him, taking one last look at my cat. “Y-You’re not scared?” He nodded a ‘no’. “I’m Javier Zapetero, the Crown Prince.” ~Back to reality~ “You helped me bury Mr. Blue that day,” I stated, only for his hands to wrap around my shoulder blade. We walked around the palace, conversing and reminiscing the good old days.

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

Loretta and the younger prince glance at Arthur, their faces etched with concern, before reluctantly leaving as well. When the dungeon falls silent again, Madin lifts his head weakly. His voice is quiet but resolute. “Was I cursed or something? What plans do the heavens have for me? Why couldn’t they have let me die instead of enduring this?” He pauses, his eyes softening as he thinks of Arthur’s desperate pleas. “But… how can I be cursed when the prince loves me this much? Even after everything, he still fights for me. Arthur, just how much do you love me?”