Nicasia The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Igikran was in a flight to capture the book from vanishing, he hid against the wall and fall reflexively. Nicoria with angry grinned teeth moved towards Alabruz to push him to hit against the walls from his defence against Akshara and wedged the neck of Akshara with her foul nailed hands and lifted her from the ground. Alabruz got to his position and faced many failed attempted to get back his darling Akshara. Nicoria shouted wrathfully at Akshara, “Are you my rival? Are you going to conquest me? What power do you possess to defeat me? What if I kill you today so you would not have a chance to win over me tomorrow?”

“The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—” “Can’t, can’t you just cut it down to their actual names?” I requested, wincing at the very long introduction of their prince. “Okay, okay.” She nodded. “So, Kieran Fiores Gregory, Winacellu’s crown prince; Murien Larimar Samudra, Malecoy’s first prince; Leonis Raizen Aureus, Aslan’s second prince; Lazul Horacin Samudra and Guren Cairox Samudra, Malecoy’s twin princes.” She snatched a cookie from the plate.

The sound of Kael’s rejection—Don’t touch me rang in his ears like a cruel echo. *** Elsewhere, in the shadowed chambers of the palace, Delia and Nadai sat together, the flicker of candlelight painting sharp angles across their faces. “So,” Delia said with a sly smile, “the great prince has woken, but his mind is blank.” She leaned forward, her dark eyes gleaming. “Do you see what this means?” Nadai’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “A price with no memories is no prince at all. He is clay, waiting to be molded. And who better to shape him… than us?”

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

I am even feeling brave even though I am just a bait who acts as if I have no idea they brought me here to be a pawn. Nathalia pulled out her bag full of herbs. She then took out a gun and a katana. I think it's her weapon. Gosh, they are very dangerous. The Prince looked at the blonde girl, "Corinthians, I trust your moves. You're the chess master here, you are the player, the manipulator. Control everything here within your radius, keep your contact close to everyone as always. Your hypnotism is needed here. Everything in this woods has roots, it's your specialty right? Control it. "

Worry began to nip her insides. She bumped into Cornelia while heading out to see him. The old lady apologized to her. Sienna paid her no mind and started walking out. "The Alpha has found out that Prince Azriel irresponsible for rogues' slaughter. He is in prison currently," Cornelia revealed to her. Inessa felt as if someone had pulled the ground from beneath her.

Icran immediately waved a few out of the room, as their faces turned sour and they sulked out of the room. Kaia wanted to speak to Icran so she moved forwards, letting the woman fall in step beside her. She shoved the other men off the stage in anger and stared up at Icran. The man grinned. He grinned at Kaia as if he wasn’t her captor. It made her angry, that she had lost her freedom and they were treating her as if she came to this rotten place willingly. She thrust her fist forwards, connecting with his nose pushing it up. His nose cracked, blood spurting down the sides of his face. Icran staggered back holding his nose. All the men around the stage froze, staring at Kaia. Icran looked up