The Cruel Prince Genre นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Young master, she's at the garden with the Young mistress." Damn it! I hate this tittle. Young master or Prince. There was a time my Dad was about to ascend to the throne of his town but due to some reason, he back off. I'm so happy they he didn't because, he would have tied me down with that crazy tittle Crown prince and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my company's. But wait! Did she just said that Fatima and Aisha are together? Shit! This is not good.

He needed to bear more insults from her, and he was going to do it as long as he got what he wanted. He had been able to learn that the princess did not have anyone in her life, as she was arrogant and full of herself. She had looked down on a lot of men, and the king, her elder brother, was looking into getting a prince from another kingdom to marry her, but no one had come yet. He smiled. "Well, I have the looks, and I'm definitely going to teach her a lesson." He finally went into the hall and paid some of the women at the entrance and had some perfume sprayed at him.

Due to these kinds of movies, Raine somewhat accepted what Raeyan and Yris told him about this supernatural world and supernatural powers. Also, of him having supernatural powers, too. Ice, right? Raine thought when he recalled about that princess that Raeyan and Yris told him he was the incarnation of. An ice princess… he thought, then suddenly recalled a children's story about a snow queen. This princess, named ‘Alf’, should have the same powers as this snow queen. And if this princess ascends the throne, then she would really become a queen. A snow queen.

She said and I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked and she gestured for me to listen. “When the lycans find their mate, they will mark them with their scent. As you mentioned he rubbed your neck, it’s their primal behavior. They are proud breed and wouldn’t show their feelings to anyone except their mates. I believe that Prince felt helpless and sadness from quiet a long time and he vented it out on you. That is what makes them ruthless and a bit scary. Since he is the pure descendent, he will tend to be fiercer. That is why the common education helped back then.” She explained and I was shocked.

Tian Sen’s actions enraged the second prince; it was crystal clear that what Tian Sen had done was entirely intentional. “Ho? That’s really interesting—I like it… Does the prince still want to send people after me?” Tian Sen asked, fixing the second prince with a cruel glare. Tian Sen’s devilish smile and the brutality with which he stomped on the young man’s head and chest made it clear that he was unlike most people. If anyone dared to hurt him or even take the opportunity to oppose him, he would show them what true cruelty really was.

“We will continue this tomorrow.” But I didn’t want tomorrow. I didn’t even realize when my lips moved. “Hold on…” I whispered. His gaze snapped to me instantly. “What is the issue?” My voice trembled, but I forced the words out. “I want to know why I’m here… how you know my name… and what kind of situation I’ve been dragged into.” He was quiet for a moment before responding. “I am not just any prince. I am a shapeshifter. This palace is filled with magic. I know who enters and who leaves.”

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

she explained. She rubbed her nose as she looked at his unfocused gaze and continued, "Prince Aldridge wants someone by his side who would not do what his father did to his mother or what the Duke Apparent did to him. He is only binding you with threats when in reality, they mean nothing. Prince Aldridge has suffered so much because of his status but he does not show it. What he needs the most is someone's shoulder to cry on who will not run to the highest gossiper and spread the news that the bastard son of the king wants to be married to that of the same gender."

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

Her fingers mischievously grazed Erwin's face. "Ah, you must be the Bloodthirsty Prince, Prince Erwin. I have heard many tales about your good looks, but oh my prince, that tale does not do you justice. They say you are the most beautiful human, but that is wrong. You are still the most beautiful even if the gods are beside you. How could you? All the men in the world would be jealous of your good looks. All the women would want to fuck you." "I need your help."