Novel & Cerita Nicasia The Cruel Prince

And just as quickly, Naska's excitement died as she meant a pair of blue eyes. “Morning,” Nicoli greeted with a sweet smile, but Naska sneered. His boyish charm was nothing compared to her Mykhol. And Naska looked behind him to the hall. As if to find someone else down the aisle. But there was no one. “Can you move?” Nicoli gently voiced with yet another smile. “Ah, yea,” And Naska turned halfway to let him through. “It’s Prince Nicoli for you, Empress,” Naska replied flatly. She then turned back with a slight tilt of her head. It was a half attempt to curtsey.

“I have no intention of rejecting Aolis. I have accepted him. Hera has accepted him. But I’d be lying if I said that I won’t be giving my mate a bunch of shit the next time I see him.” Tialha looks at Dominic and she nods at him. “Dominic says that our Prince would be a fool if he didn’t realize that. And Prince Aolis is no fool.” She looks at Dominic again, her lips twitching into a smile. “Especially when you smacked him, knocking him backwards.” “I’m sure I just took him by surprise.” I say.

Because now Riley knows full well his plans will work. The prince has shown that with his brace act today….Riley has sat his bait, now? He has to wait for the Lycan Prince to take it. Riley has big plans….he knows once the fight begins the prince will die…and he thinks he can fight the king at his weakest hour and win over the Island. Isla Martago….will soon belong to Riley. I just hope Lily will forgive me…..I just have no choice. I have to follow the plans or Riley will kill my wife and I can’t let that happen….I just hope Lily remembers what I told her.

He says something, but I don’t hear it as I take a long stride up to him and grab him by his jacket. "Listen to me. You are Paris Athanasios Iraklidis. You are the Prince of Gelurion, and even now, if you listen, you will hear the cheers of your people celebrating your crowning. Do you know why that is? It’s because they respect you, they love you, and the trust caused that love and respect. They trust you; they believe in you, Paris because you have always done right by them. You have always prioritized their needs, even though you aren't king yet. You cannot let some weak human ruin all that. The gods are testing you, and you cannot let your people see you fail. I know it’s not easy. Rejec

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

"How is this little truth going to help the situation? I am getting tired of you girls and your stupidity. I warned Nadia over and over to stop acting on an impulse. Look at what happened now. Not sure if she's even alive." "I won't tell him then." "And don't go now. He is drunk and not in a good mood. Don't want to lose you if he chokes you or something." "He is anything but cruel. I know him better than I knew Mason." "The Prince you know is a sober one. The one you are going to meet right now is violent and unpredictable. He hasn't left Nadia's room ever since he returned." "He won't hurt me." Lydia went to meet Ian.

Nash met the president's gaze, speaking clearly and deliberately. At this moment, Nash was not wearing his mask. Now recognized as the third prince of Salterra, the reappearance of the supposedly dead Nash from Birkham, now serving Salterra, would provoke significant backlash and criticism. But Nash did not care about that. It was clear that Nash and Nina had already reunited. "I don't care what promises you've made to Nina or what plans you have. But now that you've become the third prince of S Nation, you will follow my orders obediently! If not, I'll make sure all your fears become reality!" With that, the president boarded the helicopter.

Maybe they did. But they also did something else. Something small and unfamiliar. They named the cruelty without pretending it was normal. The Alpha’s voice cut in before Kael could answer. “Enough.” Both men looked at him. The Alpha’s gaze settled on Darius. “You have no claim here.” Darius’s expression did not change. “I am making one.” The room went silent again. Elara’s head lifted before she could stop herself. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “No.” The word came too fast.

Then the whispers took a darker turn. “I heard he killed his mate.” “No. She ran away. The second one did. The first one disappeared altogether.” “Maybe both. Who could stand being near someone like that?” the maids kept gossiping about him. So that’s him? The prince? The one my aunt warned me about? I thought, trying to keep my head down. I remembered her words with sudden clarity: “Cold. Unforgiving. A man of short temper. Don’t be taken by his face, Pearl. He doesn’t let anyone near him, not without a price.”

“I managed to sneak in some bread. It’s not much, but you’ll need something more than water.” I smiled faintly, the small act of kindness a balm against the cold reality of my confinement. Taking a small bite, I savored the warmth and faint sweetness, grounding me for a moment. Marvis watched me closely, then broke the silence. “There are whispers in the halls… about the prince’s temper. You’re not the first to suffer his wrath.” I frowned, swallowing slowly. “Then why does no one stop him?” Her eyes darkened. “Because no one can. Not without risking everything.”