The Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

Lowell settles again, though the fight in his body is far from over. The old man exhales, leaning back. “He’s strong,” he whispers again, more to himself than anyone. “Just like his father.” His son sits beside him. They both stare at the young prince — pale, trembling, but still fighting. The old man places a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. “We’re going to protect him with our lives.” “I know,” his son replies quietly. He always wondered why his father believed the Lycan Prince would be their escape. Seeing the Prince with his eyes and how strong he is holding up, he understood he’s truly their only hope.

It was a snowy day. The Crown Prince is seen in tears. This is because his best friend, Ambroz traveled to the Vampire Fighting Academy. He was home schooled throughout the 17th century, in which he was born. This made his friends limited. “I’m the only one left now…” Those were the words Prince Javier trailed out. Tears gushed from his eyes, streaming his face, as he walked far off to the mountains. No one gave a damn what happened to him anyway…

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

a soldier reports, pointing at a young man in the line of kneeling suspects. The Prince is already shaking. "Ademon promised that he would help me become the Alpha of our pack instead of my fraternal twin. I am sorry for becoming his fool. I beg for your mercy, your Majesties. I would rather you turn me into your slave than kill me," the traitorous prince cries even before he is tortured. "You have proved that you were always the evil twin. The sin of siding with the witches cannot be forgiven," Alcott states. "We shall grant you the mercy of a quick death. Beheading rather than burning."

Jude, however, hid behind his sister, peeking at Corvin cautiously. "Awwn, what a cute girl you are," Corvin smiled warmly as he spread out his hands to her. "You look just as beautiful as your mother." "No," Juliet frowned, shaking her head slightly. "Mother is beautiful... but she said I'm more beautiful." Corvin smiled as he looked my way. I smiled, my chest tightening. "Yes honey, you are the prettiest princess alive," I said softly. I turned to Jude, crouching slightly. "Come say hi, sweetheart."

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.”

As I cautiously entered the study, I remembered my father's advice: "Don't oppose the Prince." I expected the Prince to be proud and aloof, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw a young boy with golden eyes fixed upon me. He patted my shoulder and reassured me that as long as he was by my side, no one would dare to harm me. He promised that once he became the King, I would be his most trusted companion, and all the werewolves would show me the utmost respect. But Kral's parents have been absent for a long time. Every time the elder teaches the class, he sighs deeply while looking at Prince Kral, then gently pats his head.