Nicasia Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Hades, alpha of the silver pack, was simply impressive. Nicolas lowered his ears and tail in an involuntary act of submission, despite being a prince and standing out for being among the strongest of his pack, he could not be compared to him. He hadn't even been so intimidated when he had to intercede and fight with his father not to kill Noa, that fateful day when he disagreed with him. He shuddered just remembering it, his father had ripped his throat, not a fatal wound, but bad enough to put him in bed for several months. Despite his quick recovery, the scar on his neck was the living mark of his father's "affection".

Nathan: “Need I ask what you might be doing her Prince Nathan?” “I should be asking you the same thing Prince Ashton” I glared at the human prince who stood in front of me sharing the same glare. “Prince Ashton?” The blonde, Nina, asked wide eyed, her green eyes now turning their attention to the prince who has probably been living with them for years, and yet neither one of them knew of his true identity. Ignoring her, Ashton looked at me with a raised eyebrow, not bothering to answer my question as he looked between Kiara and I, his eyes cold as ice on me, but they would soften when he took sight of my confused mate who was on her knees cradling the child.

one of them replied, "I am not trying to appear strong. I am strong." I told them, "Princess," Camila said, scared. "So, the human was the princess. I am going to take her. I wanted to send the prince our video fu****g while I was marking her." the one who was not saying anything finally spoke.

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

Everyone mimics his actions, raising theirs as well. I can faintly smell moonshine on his breath, something I know Artemis wouldn’t authorize for the party. He must have smuggled it in and taken a few cups while we were out. "Jasper…" I try to get his attention, but he’s not listening. "Three cheers to Seraphina, our new human crown princess, for bringing in an era of change and being the only one to tame the once untamable playboy prince," he raises his cup, and everyone else does the same in unison with him, cheering loudly.

The prince stated firmly, ignoring his cousin. “No, I can’t seem to wrap my head around this, she’s not even your type.” Alpha Rylan replied with frustration. The prince didn't say anything, his shoulders were tense when his cousin spoke again. “Oh, I get it now.” I heard Alpha Rylan mutter. “You’re deceiving her right?” “No I’m not,” The prince frowned deeply at him. “I’m not rejecting her, she doesn’t deserve to be rejected because of her lack of a wolf.” He answered in a soft voice.

manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech. "You look like a disgusting pig. You wanted to hug me?" A voice says to me in my mind. I look around but no one seems to be looking in my direction or paying me any attention. The voice sounds familiar yet too strange. "Little mate, I gave you a headstart, I warned you that if you were going to run, I should not catch you. You better leave." "Jace?" "It's not Jace. It's Cruel or Cruel prince."

Her teary eyes refused to leave his, which were glowering at him with nothing but pure anger and hatred, which the Lycan Prince was enjoying more than anything. Standing right in front of her, Nevan lowered his head and slanted it closer to her face. “And you know what? Her dread of death might kill her before even her death would reach her tonight,” he uttered to her while grinning which outraged Anisia so much that she could not hold back her fist from getting raised at him to hit his awful mouth, but Anisia forgot who was in front of her this time, which the Lycan Prince made sure to make her remember by grasping her wrist in the middle.

“Stop hiding behind me like I’m a shield and he’s a storm you can duck. He doesn’t need a shield tonight. He needs his anchor.” Elias’s mouth opened, closed. He looked down at her hand—dark skin, knuckles scabbed from a dozen undeserved punishments, fingers stubbornly steady on his sleeve. “I don’t know what to say to him,” he admitted, so quiet she had to lean in to catch it. “How do I ask a prince not to be a prince?” “You don’t,” Nadai said. “You ask him to choose living over bleeding for ghosts.” He shook his head. “That’s not fair.”

I told him I would explain later. When we arrive at the hotel, Matt steps out first and opens the door for Allie and me. As soon as I step out of the car, everyone begins bowing. Oh, no. I forgot to tell the Alpha that Allie doesn’t know I’m a Prince either. “Why is everyone bowing at you?” Allie asks, clearly confused. “I think they must be mistaking me for someone else,” I reply quickly. I immediately mind-link Matt and tell him to say it was his idea.