The Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

But the real crown prince is still Thariem from the house of the Lunekleare. The idea of marriage has always enlightened Prince Thariem. The only thing that could put Darina away from power is to settle her off through marriage with a man whose origins are away from Clapestris. These seven princes who are marching after him have their provinces far-situated from the royal capital. He can wait for the ceremony to culminate and spill his offer at the formal dinner. "You seem to have been walking through the clouds," Darina said.

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

We watched as the Head of the Council walked to her other side and bowed slightly. “As the Head of the Council of Thirteen I have heard the proclamation of our King, we recognize Princess Catherine as our next ruler!” I couldn’t help but let my eyes land on the Prince again, his face was red, and I could see anger in his eyes, but he remained silent. The Head of the Council then pulled out a diamond tiara and smiled as he placed it on her head. “Holy shit.” Jake whispered beside me. “This is really happening.” “The Prince is pissed.” Violet agreed. “Looks like he wasn’t told.”

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

"What the hell are you talking about?" "I didn't keep you because you were my son," Malrec hissed. "I kept you because I stole you. Twenty-one years ago, during the raid on the old Dreadfang Citadel. You weren't a Vaelis prince. You were the only son of the true Dreadfang King. My greatest trophy." The world tilted. I looked at Kaelor. He had frozen, his gaze locked on mine. We weren't just mates. We were the two halves of a stolen crown. The scholar-king and the beast-king. One bloodline, ripped apart by a war of greed, now standing in the ruins of the man who did it.

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

"My apologies for disappointing you, your highness, but there is nothing more." The crown prince stood up and smirked. He uttered, "Is that so? I heard something remarkable had happened. I heard there was a strange light, did my ears deceive me?"strange light Duke Fedelin gasped, failing to compost his poise. "It's not the reaction I was expecting for someone who does not know what I was talking about," says the crown prince with a smile. However, after a blink of an eye, his face had turned into a cruel man who was about to do bad deeds. "You have reached my patience. I'm afraid if you fail me this time, you don't have another chance to prove your worth. You know what happens to those who a

Every noble house in the kingdom, hearing that Alaric's curse was broken, rushed to offer their daughters. At a council meeting, the High Elder brought it up again: the North needed a queen. An heir. Alaric just looked up. "I've already chosen my queen." "Her name is Wren." The news sent shockwaves through the kingdom. Whispers ran through every clan: the new king has lost his mind—he's making a wolf-less waste his queen. The council fought him tooth and nail. Alaric didn't waver. He gave Wren the grandest coronation the North had seen in a century.