The Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

Prince Ludiciel only hoped that Zedekiel would one day let go of all his anger and hatred. Prince Ron happily sat beside the King. His smile was radiant like the sun and his skin was flushed pink. His russet curls were bouncy and fell over his eyes in a cute manner and his glassy green eyes were round and sparkly. King Zedekiel wanted to say some things to hurt the Prince but after seeing such a face, he hesitated. Looking closely, one could see that the prince's emotions were genuine. Who would have the heart to make such a person sad?

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

His eyes blazing red. I freeze, counting my breath. My fingers trembling as I brace for his wrath, but he only smiles, tucking the dagger away. "I’m done 'ere, Kaida. Clean this mess up, and take care of the prisoners… and do take care of yourself." He adds the last bit icily, and I gulp. The sweat on my palms is cold and my breath is shallow. Among the Princes, Prince Drelduin is the one we all dread most. The King’s mirror image except he's sharper and crueller. A bloody psychopath. And like most of the Variants of Spargia, I pray he never finds his mate.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

"Tell me more. Is he handsome? What does he like?" Chloe's smirked as she turned her head to Jucel, their faces near at each other. "You finally stopped stuttering," she whispered. Jucel paled but Chloe didn't seem to notice as she looked away. "The crown prince is handsome. He's the gentler version of Jared." Jucel's pale face was gone as she her eyebrows met. "Jared?" "Mm," her friend said. "But anyway, he personally took care of my wound and healed my exhausted inner core. He was the one who saved me from death in that apartment."

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

It was not long before I saw a little boy running past me, with Carter on his heels. I smiled as I turned to see Elizabeth holding a beautiful little girl. “Oh my, she is stunning,” I said, looking at the little girl. “She is my little princess,” Carter said as he returned with the boy flipped over his shoulder. I could not help but laugh at the giggles coming from the little boy. “And this little prince is CJ,” Elizabeth said as she rolled her eyes at Carter’s antics.

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.