The Cruel Prince Free Novels & Stories

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

Felix replied fearfully. "Then why did he lose his memory?!" The King's anger was truly at its peak now. He raised his hand, about to attack Felix with his magic. "W-wait, Your Majesty! Let me check on the Prince first!" Felix prostrated himself begging for forgiveness. The King tried to contain his anger. He immediately stopped the magic that was still overflowing. "Alright! However, if you don't know what caused him to be like this, then I won't hesitate to kill you right now!" cried the King.

I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

Now it was him delivering punches at the Lycan's face, dislocating his jaw. Despite the pain in his jaws, the prince managed to speak, "You don't deserve her!" With that, he put more effort into punching the king. In an additional act of cruelty, he raised him up with his glowing hair and proceeded to bash King Kyle against the ground several times. At a point, the Lycan king got free from the hair's grasp by using his sharp claws. Following that, he made a beeline for the fatigued prince and executed one last uppercut, ultimately rendering him unconscious, while his pesky hair remained in motion.

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.