The Cruel Prince Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Their casual cruelty sends a wave of fury through me. I press my hand to the door, feeling the vibrations of their callous conversation. My jaw clenches as I push it open, the hinges creaking as if the castle itself is protesting their vile intentions. As the door swings wide, the stench hits us—a rancid mix of sweat, blood, and the fetid air of the dungeon. The scene inside is worse than I had imagined. The princes, those who should have been the defenders of their people, have debased themselves entirely. They’ve become nothing more than animals, driven by their base desires, blind to the reality of their downfall.

"Step away from him." The prince smoothly stepped in front of me, placing himself like a shield between the monster and me. He raised his hand, blue-tinted magic dancing across his fingertips like crackling lightning. "She doesn't belong to you, brother," the prince mocked, his voice dripping with cool arrogance. "She never did. You bought a ghost at an auction, thinking you could trap her and rewrite history. But some bloodlines refuse to burn." "I will tear you apart piece by piece," the alpha roared, lunging forward with terrifying speed, his massive claws extended to strike.

"Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there was a handsome prince adored by many women. But he was arrogant and unkind. One day, a sorceress came to test him. She disguised herself as an old woman and asked for his help, offering him a single red rose as payment. "But because of his pride, the prince refused to help and instead drove her away. This angered the sorceress, and in her fury, she placed a curse on the prince and his servants..." As Alethea continued her story, Shareeza listened intently, completely captivated, her gaze never leaving Alethea. "What did he get cursed into?" Shareeza asked eagerly. "The sorceress turned the prince into a hideous monster, while his servants were t

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

The prince was so pissed! "And who is she?" "Your highness, her friend need that book to get heal" "Tell me where we can find her right now!" ************ "And how could you do such silly act!" "I'm sorry, thought the prince might take the book away and we need it here. Perhaps you should praise me for being smart" "Ooh yeah, you're such a smart kid but listen the prince is looking you and as we speak they're on their way here to take you!"

Standing right in front of me is the devil himself. "The princess is awake!". He sneered. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! Untie me now!" "Hahahahaha, stop struggling princess, it's of no use. Anyways, you look beautiful, as always, you're looking hot". He said as he squat in front of me before untying my hands.

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

Chapter 6 – Until the Moon Shatters Those duel-colored eyes stared back into mine. The fury in them like a fire raging out of control, but this time it seemed to not be aimed at me. The Prince held the chains in front of him in a tight grasp, and he looked down to examine my bloody and red wrists, his long blond hair falling to the front of his face. I watched as a flash of sympathy flew across his face, so fast I almost didn’t believe it happened, and then his features quickly turned to stone again. I could hear grunting behind the Prince, and my eyes flicked over to the thick form that was struggling to stand on his wobbly legs. The guard had obviously had the wind knocked out of him when

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

You are on your own now. The prince looked around to see whose voice it was, but there was nobody around. The whole hair on his head seemed to stand erect. His body suddenly grew warm. Looking out a little far away, he could see plants shaking as something gradually but steadily moved towards the mouth of the cave. He needed not to be told that it was the serpent. He had already obeyed the voice completely. So, he was at the moment on his horse, his bow in his hands, ready to shoot. He watched intently and there under the silver moon the terrible seven headed serpent approached. Its fourteen fearful eyes flashed with an incredible splendour. It was now only a few yards away. The pr