The Cruel Prince Genre Novels & Stories

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

It's as if I've only just come into existence. I shake my head. "Someone must have used magic on her," the woman gasps, gripping my hand, her knuckles as pale as her face. One particularly strong gust of wind looks as though it could blow her off her feet. "Your name is Avila, and you are nineteen years of age. You are a Princess, in this territory, and this is your mother, Crimson. She is the Queen," Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it.

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

A famous witch, not only for his looks that could send to their knees any female but for his terrifying practices that many thought as cruel and merciless, even among the luriems. That fame had won him the name of the Dark Prince as his methods to conquer and fight were the cruelest and dirties of them all. His abilities in creating illusions and controlling the mind were the best, no one could compare to them, but also, his way of torturing was considered the most ruthless. No one would want to land on his hands. They will end in a spiral of pain if they were captured, so many chose to take their own life instead of being played to death in his hands.

the Prince thought all the rooms looked strangely old-fashioned, with their antique furniture, but as there was a good library he was pleased, for he was very fond Of reading, and he soon got permission to have as many books as he liked, But when he looked at them he found that they were written ina forgotten language, and he could not understand a single word, though he amused himself with trying, King Grumpy was so convinced that Prince Curlicue would soon get tired of being in prison, and so consent to marry the Princess Cabbage-Stalk, that he sent ambassadors to her father proposing that she should come and be married to his son, who would make her perfectly happy. the King was delighted

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

His cruelty was almost tangible, filling the air thick. “Why are you torturing him?” “Because–he–is–not–who–you–think,” The demon’s jumbled words were cut off. “Don’t look,” he warned. He made one last scream. It seemed to come not only from his throat but from his bone marrow, booming and gut-wrenching. It could have spilled out of the mansion, into the garden. The demon’s head touched the floor with a thud. His way was so different from hers, animalistic and effortless. A prince was a disguise.

You'll have to pretend to sleep with a man but remember, one mistake and you'll be sliced in half because he's no ordinary man but a crown prince. With that, the air in the room turned eerie, soundless as the murmurs of silent screams of bodies in the grasp of their evil predator...

Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father. Louis Cyn. Hers own father had the heart to marry herself off to someone she did not even know his origins, what kind of person he was and what his character was. Just yesterday hers father came home from a business trip in America. And now, that statement hers father brought with him almost made her scream in annoyance.