The Cruel Prince Genre นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

The Crown Prince's detailed report had me hooked for a while, though. He was a hotblooded prince. But Prince? it even hurt my conscience to call him that. To think that the quality of purebloods had degraded to that level, it was more than just an insult. The real definition was that a prince was someone composed, all- rounded. Someone who could fight, not just with swords, guns, and fangs, but with their brains too. Someone who could strategise, plan, and subdue an enemy kingdom without needing to be physically there.

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

The councilmen, now acutely aware of the magnitude of their actions, could do naught but bow before the inexorable force that was Crown Prince Inas. As the councilmen slowly began to emerge, their faces etched with a mix of resignation and fear, the council room bore witness to a macabre tableau. The crown prince wasted no time, his actions swift and deliberate. One by one, their fates were sealed, their cries silenced by the grotesque brutality of the act. The room was painted in a grotesque tableau, a horrific testament to the crown prince's unyielding resolve.

The voice cried as I heard the door click open and the lunatic prince came in He stood next to the door starring at me "Look, if your gonna kill me then do it quick!!, Starvation isnt a good way to kill someone you know!" I glared at him as he shook his head slowly " Your testing my patience girl!" He gave a smirk as his lips twenched "What's with the outfit?, Are you trying to be Dracula untold?" I couldn't stop the laughter as it spilled out " Maybe am something more than that, you wouldn't want to know" He gave an evil curl "just so you know , Mr prince in dark cloak, you don't scare me one bit!" I widened my eyes so he could see I wasn't afraid of whatever he was claiming to be

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.

He found the prince’s behavior to be well over-dramatic as it reminded him greatly of how his brother used to act when things would go astray. “Well it’s not my fault you get your kicks by branding your girls,” he muttered. The veins on the side of the prince’s head became protruded as his anger rose. “You need to fix this!” he shouted. Something dark started to pull within Cruz. He snapped his gaze over to the prince and slowly rose from behind his desk. His voice grew low in his throat. His tone was filled with lethal venom. “I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become

The eldest prince was very prestigious on his cunning work of device just to overthrow that tribe in the Land Zagreb. However it was later found out that it was the young prince who had directly been receiving those strategies to execute the said tactics and had successfully captured the tribe King. For him, he was the most abominainable and vicious young leader he ever known. His wild look in his eyes served him the title of the most cunning person ever existed. Rumors reached even at this land about the cause of the young prince’s almost impossible character. Cold and unforgiving. Heartless and yet, silently tortured. These made him the most alluring man in the whole empire.

Because being a prince teaches you early that silence keeps you breathing. I turned and walked away before he could say more, before he could carve those words any deeper into me. I hate being a prince. I hate what it demands. I hate the weight. I hate the rules dressed up as honor. I hate that everything I am gets measured against strength that looks exactly like cruelty. Somewhere along the way I learned that kindness reads as weakness and hesitation gets punished harder than violence. So I became sharp. Cold. An absolute dick. It was easier. If I was feared then no one looked too closely. If I was cruel then no one questioned my control. Being nice meant you were breakable. Being human me