Romans & histoires The Cruel Prince Jude And Cardan

He knows what to do. [Bullshit! The Prince truly loves Isolde. Didn't you watch the previous livestream? In a life-or-death moment like this, true love wins!] [So he chooses Isolde and lets a Crown Princess die? Then gets hunted worldwide by Karsden? Are you people insane? Use your brains!] "Sorry, our Prince values love and loyalty. He would never abandon the woman he loves. Besides, what does Karsden's war have to do with Virexia?"

"So, you're telling us you're a wolf in sheep's clothing? You can use any method to get what you want, right? Is this how you are going to be King if given a chance? A villain King who will oppress the people of Andorra to get what you want, right? As long as the end justifies the means?" "Huh!" The people were appalled again. "These are indeed the early signs of such a king!" "He will stoop so low to get whatever he wants." "We can't have a king like this." "People of Andorra!" The Prince spoke loftily, "do not not be misled by such a man. He is vile and dispicable. And it will be a pity for my Princess to marry this deutch. I can promise you a better future. I the Prince-" "Have done more

“Still hurts, huh?” “Like a fucking bitch, yeah.” “Prince Troy, Prince Joel…oldest born sons of the mighty kings.” “Ugh,” Troy and Joel grunted as one. Surprised, they looked at each other and started to laugh like a couple of crazed hyenas. The witch’s lips twitched. “The gods sent me. I already found the other three princes. Eduard, son of King Harold of the North. Magnus, son of King Athelwulf of the West, and Gadrial, son of King Johnathan of the South-East.”

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.

So it most likely happened because the other two and the ones before them were my ancestors. Prince Julian had been born way before my time and also way before my father's. History had it that Prince Julian who went on to become King Julian became the greatest vampire and King that ever walked the surface of the earth. Well, that was until he went into a rage and burnt his entire empire to the ground.

He moved with a calm confidence that made my blood boil. It was Maxwell Thorne. The Student Council President. The "Golden Boy." The heir to the Thorne empire. He was the most powerful student at St. Jude’s, and he treated people like me like we were invisible ghosts. Maxwell reached into the vault. His fingers wrapped around a velvet box. He opened it, and even in the dim light, the Founder’s Ring sparkled like a fallen star. It was worth more than my entire neighborhood. He didn't hesitate. He stuffed the ring into his pocket.

“The king had another son, much older than me and Haydn: Thander. Don’t you remember him?” Thander. Right. The prince who had died decades ago in the war. Jules would have been embarrassed by forgetting about the existence of a prince of his country, except his mind felt so hazy right now he could barely remember his own siblings’ names, much less someone else’s. “In my defense, he died before I was born,” Jules muttered, trying to gather his thoughts. But it was so difficult. Westcliff smelled so good. Jules wanted to press his mouth against that chiseled jaw and suck, find out if Westcliff’s skin tasted as good as it smelled. Jules moistened his lips with his tongue. Focus, Jules. “So you

I'd never seen him like this. Gold-red eyes. Claws white as bone. He stepped over my body and caught Cassius by the throat. "You touched her." His voice wasn't human anymore. It was something dragged up from the depths of hell. Crack. He tore out Cassius's throat. Blood sprayed across the throne steps. The second prince crumpled, gurgling, drowning in his own blood. But even as he died, Cassius laughed. A rattling, wheezing laugh. "Hah... hahaha..."

My heart racing as I watched him gather himself before slowly moving to his feet. “T-that should have at least knocked you out.” I stuttered, fear starting to pool into my stomach. He smirked; eyes murderous as he looked back at me. “Probably.” He started, moving slowly as if stalking his prey. “But you forgot, faerie, your magic doesn’t effect me.” My eyes went wide, realizing my mistake, as the prince lunged for me on the couch. I scrambled to get away, but was still too weak from the loss of magic, and fell to the floor. The prince landed hard on me, knocking the air from my lungs and wrapped a large hand around both my wrists. Locking them into place above my head, and placing his right

The culprit was never found. *End of flashback * Now I couldn't believe and agree that mother was gone too, but I guess the truth is really bitter as they say. "Eleanor!" Gwen whisper yelled my name."Hurry! back to work the slave trainer is coming". I hurriedly stood to my feet and started digging again. * * *Writer's POV* IN A ROOM IN THE CASTLE OF CORDENIA A man could be seen kneeling on the ground with two guards behind him. Prince Luciano could be seen sitting gracefully on a chair with a menacing look on his face. The man kneeling appears to be pleading and begging the prince.