The Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

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.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

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.

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.

The man and his Queen had been waiting for this moment. “Good morning, your Majesty,” Djafar bowed to them. “Good morning, Djafar,” they replied. “Please tell me what you came up with,” the sultan said and Djafar immediately did so. “Your Highness,” he started. “I believe that what contributes to the Prince’s dishonoring behavior, is the wealth he is surrounded with. He has no limit and the fact that he can use this money as he wishes, adds to the Prince’s arrogance.”

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.