The Cruel Prince Genre Novels & Stories

He had lived his life in agony and fear, a vampire who had a target on his back from birth all because of a title. The crown prince, son to the vampire king and his late queen, he had lived to be a ruthless man because of this cruel world, he was not born a man he is. Dean Stoker, the crown prince, the man known for his temper and cruel nature.

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

Ciro swore. A menacing laughter fled the boy's mouth and he ran away through the tree tops, his echoing laughter fading as he vanished into the thick forest. "What on earth just happened?" I asked Ciro. "That foul little thing is a prince from the fox clan. They bewitch women with their charming golden eyes, and rape them or keep them as sex slaves," he said. "Oh my—" "One can never be too careful in the supernatural world. The enemies could be even in the smallest and most innocent-looking form," he said.

king call prince for some urgent matter. prince goes on his way to the king chamber when he was on his way to the king chamber he saw an owl bird flying in the castle when owl looks into prince's eyes. prince feels he must follow him prince:- what that the owl look exactly same when I was a small boy. what he is doing here the owl was a red colour creature. he starts screaming at the prince like he wants him to follow him then owl start to fly away and the prince starts running and follow him until he stops screaming

So I raised one of his eyebrows hoping that he would continue. "Helping the needy? They’re obviously hurt people," I answered the obvious and the prince shot me with his beautiful crimson grenade eyes. "Well your...!" he grunted and I could only smile. "Be more specific, pretty boy." The demon’s mouth opened, but it soon closed as he processed what I had just said. "Did you call me cute?" she asked looking like a child when she received a new nickname and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was so docile and sweet that I could almost make myself forget that he was actually a ruthless killer. The worst of the worst, the bloodthirsty prince, the ruler of the ninth circle.

"It's not enough that the descendants of this cruel woman also love to kill anyone, he also killed two previous wives before you. I think you are still safe until now, because he intended to kill you without getting his own hands dirty." Amanda bit her lip. ‘The Black Prince is indeed cruel, even ordering his servants to torture me,’ she thought. A flash of laughter from the Black Prince suddenly came to Amanda's memory, but somehow when she was alone with him, he looked more lonely than cruel. "Is it true that he is so cruel?"

The latter locked eyes with me and winked at me which I returned with a scowl. “Stay here and help clean the room. The prince will have a short meeting with the king and queen.”Jerry stopped me before I could follow Prince Kraven and I only nodded in acknowledgement. When the royal family was gone, some of the ministers left but some of them stayed to mock Kohen. Of course they can freely mock a prince with only servants around. After all, we are not allowed to run our mouths. “Did you hear what the second prince said? His brain is filled with nothing but violence. Killing is all he knows. I pray to the Goddess that we will never have him as our king or we are doomed.”

No, the man was completely drained of all the blood he could have, and I could see his wolf claws extended like he had tried to shift but could not. I raised my curious gaze to the Prince’s again, and when his eyes met mine, there was no smirk adorning his face. Instead, he had a lazy expression of boredom as if he was waiting for the body to be wheeled away so he could slam the door to get rid of the jobless onlookers. Never taking my eyes off the Prince, I asked Adele rather shakily, “How did the assailant die?” “He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.”

“We are swift to offense, and I wouldn’t want to have Gemma need to cry at your funeral.” Silas leapt from the couch. “Don’t be too sure I’d be on the losing end of that, Prince. All of you full bloods underestimate us. We‘re the best of both you and humanity.” He flipped his hand in a vulgar gesture. “And you’d best remember that. You’re on my turf.”

His face was so serious when he said those words. The prince wanted the whole world to know that his mate satisfied his needs. He was content with Alessandra, he didn't need a substitute. The thought of kissing, touching and fucking another woman made the prince want to go insane. "Why are you so cruel to your daughter? Why are you willing to give your daughter as some cheap gift?."The prince asked a series of questions. It pained him that King Adam didn't give a damn about what his daughter wanted. How can a father be that cruel to his flesh and blood? The prince wondered.