Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Crown

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

He also has dozens of young concubines living in his chambers to appease his strangest sexual desires. He is selfish lunatic, yet he is the one most expected to be the heir of Elowen's crown. He assertively picks one of the knives from the platform then proceeds to graciously make a small cut on his palm then squeezes a few drops of his foul blood over the chalice set upon the threshold. With baited breaths the kings, queens and nobles wait for the crown's light to turn white. But it doesn't! Flabbergasted, Prince Elon makes a larger than normal cut this time, almost impaling his entire wrist and screaming in the process. But the jewel retains it's red light despite his blood pouring into th

It swallowed the prince and then hurled him across the graveyard. The prince slammed through a towering tree, splintering it apart, shards exploding in every direction before his body finally crashed into the boundary wall. The mask cracked into pieces, dropping off the prince’s face as blood spurted from his mouth before he collapsed to the ground. “A-Azum?” His name trembled out of my mouth. “Azum is the… celestial crown prince?”

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.

Cursing under her breath, she looked behind her and saw the prince struggling to crawl towards the nearest trunk. Even with the pain hindering her, she still rushed to his side and helped him hide from the men hunting them. Only then, she felt her hand touching something warm and its metallic smell just screamed nothing but a problem. The prince was bleeding and with his shallow yet fast breathing, it would be too hard for him to go further. This made Emery accept the bitter truth that doing nothing but run was a prolonged suicide for Prince Cornelius. “You should have let me take care of your wounds a while ago,” she sneered as she unbuttoned his shirt as fast as possible. “Now look what it

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”

"I doubt Titania needs your assistance." His eyes traveled from Jayce to Beckett's arm. A sneer curled his lip. Another slice of cold pressed on Bailey and then she was out of Beckett's arms. She turned to the Summer Prince. He was clutching his arm to his chest, his fingers withered and skeletal. He didn't say anything, didn't make a sound of pain. But it had to hurt. Bailey whirled, eyes flashing. "Undo it, now." She stepped into Arawn, poking his chest sharply. "Don't you dare hurt what is mine!"

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

“Hint: my power is quite above average.” “Hm…maybe someone influential?” I arch my brow suspiciously. “Because you didn't budge to Alan’s threats.” He laughs, throwing his head back. “I am not influential, my love. I belong to royalty.” “Don’t tell me you are a prince or something!” I prop my palms on his chest. His grin widens. “I am the crown prince of the vampire world, my lady.” He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Or should I call you my crown princess?”