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I'd never seen him like this. Gold-red eyes. Claws white as bone. He stepped over my body and caught Cassius by the throat. "You touched her." His voice wasn't human anymore. It was something dragged up from the depths of hell. Crack. He tore out Cassius's throat. Blood sprayed across the throne steps. The second prince crumpled, gurgling, drowning in his own blood. But even as he died, Cassius laughed. A rattling, wheezing laugh. "Hah... hahaha..."

Aliyah frowned. “Indeed,” Irene nodded, “and it cost him. Almost ten days passed and there was no news of the princess and the Dark prince couldn’t deny that he was really worried now and it’s not helping if he realized that he was actually missing her, her smiles, her laughter, her voice and also, her baked foods and fruits. So for the first time, the prince geared up, taking no one with him to go and get his princess back. However, right before he could reach Vallahan, he met the crowned prince with his men on the way and the prince charged at him upon seeing him. After defending the attacks and stating the reason of his visit, Prince David laughed sarcastically and asked him if he hadn’t

Because to her, her groom himself was a bad omen. Yuvraj Yashvir Rathore, the Cruel Warrior Prince. - - - - - - Follow me on Instagram @jamersy.dreame

Princes were meant to let generals bully nobles quietly and pretend it was justice. I didn’t pretend. Aldrich turned his gaze to me, and the look he gave me was cold. “You should be careful,” he said, voice smooth. “The evidence I have also implicates you.” The words hit the hall like a rock dropped in water. Shock rippled. Ministers stared. Ivana’s eyes widened a fraction. Richard’s posture tightened beside me. I frowned. “Then share it,” I said flatly. Aldrich’s mouth curved slightly. “You want me to share evidence that incriminates a prince? In open court?”

Another part—traitorous and quiet—wondered what he’d do if I stopped resisting. --- I pushed away from the table, glancing toward the door he’d left through. He hadn’t locked it. The room was smaller than I expected for a prince, though perhaps that was the point—no distractions. A place for private conversations… or private threats. On the table, a stack of parchment sat too neatly. I lifted the top sheet just far enough to glimpse the royal seal pressed into crimson wax, the script curling in a language I didn’t recognize. A small, leather-bound book lay near the edge, its corners worn as though handled often. I flipped it open to find a list of names in Kael’s sharp, deliberate hand. No t

Alpha Prince Saint The minute we round the corner we come face to face with around a dozen imprisoned wolves. The smell of wolfsbane and death coming from them is overwhelming and I need to fight to stop myself gagging. Looking over these people I realise they are in a bad way, starved, beaten and just in an all over bad state. We work in silence as we free them and show them where to go, some have a hard time walking and others still have the glint in their eyes, the look of bloodlust for revenge for the wrongs that have been done to them and their people.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

I guess fighting grown men for two days would do that to you, and I was sure the prince would add a few of his own during our training sessions. I sighed; he was an entire problem on his own. The Prince of Vura was known to be cold hearted and cruel. Prince Devin was revered by the humans for his fierceness in battle, but also the barbaric nature towards anyone who stepped up to him. Stories were told through my people about him killing even children and women to get whatever he was after, and in the most horrific ways imaginable. At age eighteen he was leading the imperial army, and now at age twenty-one he had already been victorious in hundreds of battles. He had been bred to be a warrior

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

the prince's voice became deeper and a bit ominous as his eyes began glowing a fiery red. “No my lord, I’m just…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as she winced from the sudden sting that she felt in her hand when the Black Knight’s claw dug deep in her palm. At first, she tried to endure the pain, not wanting to bend down to the man’s whim but in the end, she lost as a whimper immediately came out of her as blood started to trickle down her hand. Karilaya was unable to hide her tears and sobs as she felt the sting in her hand. That somehow awakened the prince from the sort of trance that he was in, quickly letting go of her hand.