The Cruel Prince Jude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the priest said, and his voice tightened almost imperceptibly on the word fully, “then we will seek understanding before judgment.” Before judgment. Elara’s stomach sank. That meant judgment was coming. It only had to wait its turn. A voice rose from the right side of the hall, older and controlled but loud enough to be heard. “There is nothing to understand if the prince felt no bond.” Another answered before the priest could. “The circle reacted.” “It faltered.” “That was because of her.” The words spread faster this time, passing from one cluster of wolves to the next. They were not shouting. They did not need to. Whispers could do more damage when everyone wanted to hear them.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

Jude held my gaze for a long moment, then, almost lazily, he leaned against the wall and murmured, "The same one Brooke was after." The room went eerily silent. A cold sensation trickled down my spine. "You want to be the hybrid king?" I asked, watching him carefully. For the first time, Jude didn’t respond with mockery. He didn’t smirk, didn’t tease. Instead, after an agonizing pause, he simply said, "No." Then, after an even longer silence, he corrected himself. "I want to be the Lycan King."

“I’m lying somewhere, scared out of my mind, and this is all just some cruel illusion.” “If only,” he said, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t place—hope, maybe, or resignation. A heavy silence fell between us, broken only by the soft drip of unseen moisture. “I’m Klaus,” he said at last, his voice almost gentle. “Klaus Króna. Second prince of Króna, the werewolf territory of Parlem.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ‘A prince? How does a prince end up in a place like this?’

My own heart racing at the sight of him, despite me never showing any interest in him, I didn’t have time to do so anyway, and with Nina wanting to be his wife, it would be wrong doing so, but the clench in my chest at the thought of her being with him ached with a sensation that I could not, and honestly, did not want to understand, I knew where I should be standing and I would not be betraying my friend, the girl who saved my life, for a lad that didn’t even know I existed. Prince Nathan was the current ruler of the kingdom we lived in, which was currently ruled by werewolves, as the human king decided that werewolves ruling the kingdom would be far safer than him, especially with a vampir

Cory said calmly. Prince Corithias swung around and kicked Judas in the teeth. Grabbing him by the throat, he raised the man up with one strong arm, having him dangling in air and turning beet red without oxygen. “How dare you defy the throne!” The prince shouted, his neck and temple veins throbbing with anger. “Take this traitor to the dungeon and have Lucius give him a beating to remember before I kill him with my bare hands,” he said, throwing Judas at Geoffrey’s feet.

But what they saw made them freeze in their tracks. Zane was there, tied to a chair, beaten and bloody. But he wasn't alone. The rogue prince, a man known for his cruelty, stood over him, a wicked smile on his face. "Well, well, well," the rival Alpha sneered. "If it isn't little Bianca, come to save her precious Alpha." Bianca narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on her weapon. "Let him go," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. The rogue prince, Jude just laughed. "Or what? You'll fight me? You and your pack of mutts?"

this green haired guy, which seems like Prince Jude, said. “Who's a witch?!” I asked him while I’m controlling myself not to cut this man’s throat. “If I were you, Jude… I will not make her angry… you wouldn’t like it if she'd be mad,” Leo said, while leaning on the wall and his arms are crossing over his chest. “As if she can do anything to me… I’m a Prince and she’s just some commoner,” he said. “Look into her eyes and say those words again,” Lucas said.

“Mom and dad insisted we all take an interest in some art or another. Iris is a very talented singer. I did physical art – painting, sculpture. That sort of thing.” “What does Jude do?” Cole smirks, shrugging and looking down. “Jude is…Jude. He has a distinct amount of disdain for something that takes time and practice. But he’s secretly good at a lot of things, even though he refuses to master none of them. He’s one hell of a dancer, and a damned good writer too. Though he’d deny it all if pressed.” The Prince grins at me, clearly proud of his brother. I laugh a little, tilting my head to look down at the wolf carving. “So, why does nobody know about this? The public would love an artistic

Prince Ryan scoffed. "As the king portrayed him. The prince's mouth is full of foul words." "Why don't you come down? This unsightly creature offers little challenge. A bore, to be frank." The prince retorted with a furrowed brow. "I detest needless prattle, especially from others." "How hypocritical." The judge descended with an overflow of elegance, a smirk dancing upon his lips. "Behold the fifth judge, Hellflower, embodiment of infernal allure." Prince Ryan snorted. "Such a shame, even Alexander, the most grotesque among the princes, would eclipse your presence."