Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Jude And Cardan

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One Alexander’s POV "We ventured deep into the treacherous woods, father," the Prince began, his voice steady. "Under the moon's luminous embrace, our pack united, strong and relentless. With courage in our hearts, we faced the dreaded vampire horde." He continued, detailing the fierce battles and the hardships they endured during their quest to defeat the vampire menace. Each word painted a vivid picture of the clashes between the Lycans and the vampires, describing the Lycans' valor and the relentless nature of the vampire queen's forces.

“Because they don’t trust him.” Zane’s eyes widened, and he snatched the paper away. They widened further as he scanned the document. He read aloud: “The Council cannot in good conscience approve a program of this magnitude when it is associated with Prince Isaac, whose history of irresponsibility and frivolity makes him an unsuitable recipient for such a sensitive initiative. And by extension, as his chosen mate and sponsor of this proposal, Princess Bianca cannot be trusted either.”

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

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.”

When we looked up again, the prince was gone. …… When we followed the prince's scent to find him, he was standing in front of a nearly naked girl. He wrapped his body tightly around her, and covered the girl's body from beginning to end with a wolf's tail, as if guarding his hard-won treasure. Sensing our gaze, Kral's wolf bared his teeth at us and we backed away slowly. His watchful eyes gave me the creeps. A thought crossed my mind. Is that the curse... ? Bud and I looked at each other, and we agreed on what to do next.

"Is that the reward for my bravery?" "Yes, but..." The Prince placed the transparent bottle in his left hand while his right fingers hands touched my face. He stroked my hair, then my ear, my cheek, my nose, and finally, his thumb brushed my lips. "Think about this carefully, dear. Do you know what happens to a lifeless body? It rots, bubbles up, and is eaten by worms. That will also happen to your young, pretty body. You are still very fresh and sweet, only twenty years old. Don't you want to continue your life? Don't you want to meet the love of your life? So many beautiful things and happiness that you can't miss. You're sad and sensitive now, but your sadness will disappear in a few mont

He trailed off. None of this made sense anymore. Suddenly, Issac wished he was paired with a normal prince. This was not acceptable! He was walking on eggshells around the cruel prince, afraid to piss him, and met his demise. This was a fate worse than death! Prince Aldric tilted his head and smirked wickedly, "Aren't you going to rescue your prince?" "Huh? But the king… " Issac gulped down a lump in his throat. He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it.

In a dark and quiet place, two men were talking about important matters. "Have you found the Heart Stone , Your Majesty?" One of them asked the other. "No. The guards haven't found him at all," replied the man who was called His Majesty. "I suggest that the stone be found as soon as possible, Your Majesty! Otherwise, the prince is in danger!" The man-Your Highness just nodded. He paused thinking about something. Suddenly, the image of a brown-haired girl appeared in his head.