The Cruel Prince Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

Came his deep voice. I became rigid while my brain tried to comprehend whatever the Prince had just said. "I...I'll go get some immediately Your Highness." I stammered like a child. I hated myself for being so scared but I just couldn't help it. I started taking deep breaths in order to calm my raging heartbeat. Just as I turned around I was stopped. Again. "You don't need to go anywhere to get me blood." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Soooo, that's chapter 12. Leave your thoughts 💭 💭 💭

... "I wouldn't mind agreeing to such a plan for the price of one of yours... As dreadful creatures as you may be, only a fool wouldn't see the gorgeous beauties among your kind. And I might even choose right no-" "YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" Anger escaped amidst the words of the first Prince, the King’s second child, who stood between his sister and the sovereign of the neighboring kingdom. A man known for not caring about who he took into his chambers amidst the thousands of rumors he was already known for, and which Ion felt he now was confirming with his own eyes.

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.”

He seemed tired of crying. "W-Why did she leave me so early? Why did she disappear from me right away? Why, Zariya? She disappeared so I can't even tell her how I really feel--" He couldn't continue what he was going to say because it weeps with weeping. The Prince in front of me now is the opposite of the cheerful and mischievous Prince I met. Prince Dern is very different today. I witnessed his weakness. I can't bear to see him in his condition now.

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

The Alpha plastered a smile I have never seen before across his face. Without being told, I bowed my bead down and I expected the rude man to do the same but instead, they bowed to him. “My prince, we are really sorry for the inconvenience. Rooms are being prepared for you and your companions” My prince? The rude man is the dragon prince. And just then, this evil prince, after making me confess to telling him my pack’s secrets, looked at me in the face and smirked. I knew that if he spilled all my ranting, my past will be the least of my troubles. I was in deep sh!t!

With a snarl, he shoved him away like discarded cloth. "You're not good enough..." the prince got up and began to kick him, in less than a minute, he was dead. That was the fourth body in just a night. As always, the prince lingered over the stillness, indulging in his twisted rituals alone, letting his breathing rise and fall in the dim chamber until he felt satisfied… and only then did he call for the next one. ♡♡♡ He shoved the book away from him as if both hus hands and eyes had been burnt by fire, "the hell is this?" Mars's voice was a dry rasp in the silent, dust-moted air of his mother's library.

I whispered into the silent room. The words scraped my throat like shards of broken glass. “I’m sorry I let this happen to you.” “I’m sorry I dragged you into this cursed, poisonous world.” Only Eira’s slow, even breathing answered me. I never let go of her hand. There I remained, bent over beside the bed. The most feared prince in the empire… Brought to his knees beside the bed of a girl who had once survived by stealing in the streets. “You won a battle today, Eira,” I continued softly. “You broke a prince.”