The Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

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..."

It's a good thing she didn't shutter or else Claude will see through her lies. She can only shudder in fear upon imagining the punishment bestowed by the ruthless Prince. Susan wasn't really expecting him to visit the Princess since he never went to Olivia's palace simultaneously, and he looked disheveled for the first time ever. Claude is known in wearing his usual cold and indifferent expression but seeing the Crown Prince in that state, Susan can't help but baffled. Is Princess in trouble for offending the Crown Prince? What could be the reason of his abrupt visit......Susan can only hope Olivia is on her way home now. Her anxiety rising every second. ~~~

“Yes, Father?” “Are you holding up okay?” The prince realized he was shaking. His palms were sweating, and his heart was racing. “I guess so. I mean…I’ve never been in a battle before.” “No time like the present,” Jullious added. “Come here for a moment.” Yvayn stepped over to him. Jullious held out his hands and began to pray. “Dear Aurum, bless us this day in your sight. Deliver us from this field, amen.”

“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

These were Acar’s words, when the armies, and the maidens, reported to them, that princess Sarifa was missing, which the armies traced and found out, princess Sarifa eloped with Prince Cornell, who disguised himself to be Iva. When the message got to the king of Guhu about Judas’s death, he was so annoyed to hear the news. The king of Guhu, his son Acar, and their armies, have all planned on how to war against the kingdom of Barak, through the assistant of Judas.

But before I could process it, another flash hit. This time I saw a throne. Not like the one I was sitting on. This one was monstrous. Built from the spines of beasts I couldn’t name. It sat on top of a mountain of shadow. And Jude was standing in front of it. Younger. Paler. Wearing something royal—dark armor, lined with red. His face was blank, unreadable. He turned away from the throne. And behind him, thousands of eyes watched. “He abandoned the realm. For what? For them?”

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

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?"

asked Elfreda. "Yes. But his body will act up again if he ever uses powerful magic. I want him cured of this syndrome forever. Also," Alessa paused and looked at Judas. "King Judas must survive. We need to avoid war between two kingdoms. Besides, I don't want Prince Chester's conscience to feed him the guilt of being the one who initiates a war."