The Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

she mutters at the door, “sometimes things are handed to us not because we are special… but because we are expendable . Keep that in mind future Queen .” She’s gone before I can reply. I stare at the door for a moment longer than necessary, the smile slowly fading from my lips. But I straighten my crown even if it is only in my imagination for now and I walk out with my head held high. The palace is a wonder of architecture — ancient tapestries, vaulted ceilings, and corridors that echo with history. As we descend the main staircase, I see Prince George waiting near the garden entrance. His uncle stands beside him, along with a few royal advisors.

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

The Crown Prince frowns, reaching for his glass. As he does, the servant behind him – a tall man, too well-built for a server – draws a stiletto blade from his sleeve. I gasp, skittering back a little even as one of my hands reaches out for the prince. But there’s nothing I can do as the servant draws the blade raw across the Crown Prince’s throat. The Prince’s eyes go wide as blood spills down his front, his hand falling away from the cup, as he gasps and slumps forward.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

"Remember seven years ago? I took a bullet for you, bleeding out on the floor, and you just picked up Lena's call and walked away." The painkiller was fading, and I pushed through the pain, stepping closer to him. "Then there's William. Halfway around the world, he called and walked me through removing the bullet without any pain meds." "Why are you bringing this up?" Nolan stepped back, his eyes betraying a hint of panic. I could not help but laugh. "Oh, no reason. Just thought you should know that the woman you see as disposable is someone else's treasured Principessa." With that, William's crew had the whole banquet hall on lockdown.

It echoed inside my head. “I am your husband. You will show me respect… and you will fear me, or face the consequences.” My body stiffened as I slowly rose from the bed. “My name is Luca Blackthorn. I am a prince—the heir to the throne of Dreadveil Palace.” A heavy silence followed. He was waiting for a response… but I couldn’t speak. I was listening—every word sinking deep, sending chills crawling down my spine. Fear wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.

The man let out a laugh and hit Gabriel on his back. “You should know, Gabriel, that the princess can replace that queen. It is for the reason that the king of the Silex is not of royal blood, she is not a princess. That being a fact, she can be replaced by Princess Natalia.” “Is that so?” Gabriel chuckled. “Then, it is no problem if the princess proposes to him. With her intelligence and elegance, she can make any man, even that king, fall for her!” Seeing that as a celebration, they all toasted with glee.

I said wide eyed, Diana bowing at the sight of the prince, not saying a word as she tried processing what she was looking at before the prince let my hand and waist go and I took a step back glaring at him. “What have you done to them?” I asked the prince who frowned in confusion “my friends, Prince Nathan, what have you done to them?” “What have I done to them?” Prince Nathan asked his frown still on his face, his eyes trying to read my expression to understand what I meant, but my own eyes were filled with tears as I feared the worst. “Kiara love, what is going on?” Prince Nathan asked cupping my cheeks softly, his eyes wide with worry as he tried figuring out what was wrong with me, and w

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…