The Cruel Prince Madoc Novels & Stories

if there is anything that I can do for you in return, you only have to tell me, and all my fairy power shall be used to make you happy. 'Madam,' said Prince Curlicue, 'l wish to be allowed to restore your beloved Florimond to his natural form, since I cannot forget the tears you shed for him.' 'That is very amiable of you, dear Prince,' said the Fairy, 'but it is reserved for another person to do that. I cannot explain more at present. But is there nothing you wish for yourself?' 'Madam,' cried the Prince, flinging himself down at her feet, 'only look at my ugliness. I am called Curlicue, and am an object of derision; I treat you to make me less ridiculous.'

*** "Mikhail. Do you know why the words of the maids need to be taken so seriously?" "... N-no?" "Tsk!" "S-sorry!" "It's fine, I've written you off as a bumpkin anyways. It's because they are the largest population in the royal palace." "Since they have access to both outside and inside the castle, they are able to carry news and information along with them easily. The news of a new prince of unknown origins had already begun to spread amongst the noble circles." "I-it has? Who is it?" "... It's you." "Eh? Oh! Oh... right..."

His roars of malevolence shook every nook and cranny of the Malevolent World. The murky crimson ink that painted the walls and floors of the arena dried as Damon the Prideful continued to dance with his ruby flames. A mindless weeps of sorrow shook the foundation of sanity within the Halfling prince. Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing.

Another asked, “In your grief, you venture into forbidden magic? How dare you defy the laws of the Moon goddess.” I pulled away from Mondrian's hold, looking askance at the accusations, “I did no such thing! Mondrian was never dead!” “Don't defend your self princess. You have sinned against the moon goddess and the crown. This is unbecoming of you…” “What are my sins? I saved his life.” I yelled, my voice cracked with exhaustion. “Your king is Alive! What is the problem? You should be happy!” “That thing is not the king!” An elder with a frown spat pointing at Mondrian, “That is an abomination! An insult. Princess Celene, you have insulted the pack and must be punished!”

I could tell I would easily like her as I got to know her. “Sorry, er, Elizabeth,” he said losing track of what he was going to say. “Prince Eric has been poisoned,” the doctor said immediately. “How?” Elizabeth asked, as I sat up trying to understand what had happened. We both fought the same wolves. I did not feel ill, I thought to myself.

Fear, I can’t believe an hour ago, I was fighting with three Lycans. But, still they didn’t attack me. I have read in books that Lycans are royal and utmost powerful and short-tempered. I am sure, Maraya was right about the college. Here, no matter what they will not show their reality. And that gave me a relief. Even though Audrey was really nice with me, I better keep a distance. A nerd girl in the front row talked with me. By the aura, I know she was human and her name was Claire. She was a chatterbox and she gave me a brief about college. Audrey and her friends belongs to the popular group in college, of course because Lycans. And Julia is the QueenBee. Then Claire asked more about mor

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

But everywhere was full of madness and blood as the flame ate everything it touch until he heard some arguments. He came to where the argument was coming from but he was too late already. His brother was in his madness; he beheaded their father and took the heart of their mother before him. He was no longer the brother he looked up to. His sight began to be covered with blood and the darkness of the night. It was the same night when the young vampire became the nomad blood prince. “I HATE YOU, MOM!” the young wolf shouted at her mother. “Why is that?” her mother was giggling.

, Amancia said. "Are you really saying this?, Mother can you listen to yourself speak!!. Mother, no matter how stressful her journey was, she doesn't have the right to walk out on me. She did not even consider the fact that I am a prince. Mother that is so belittling, she kind of belittled me. Mum, take a good look at me, am I not worth to be a prince?", Madok asked, checking himself out. "Son?, The last time I checked she did not walk out on you, she stated her cause for leaving.

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…”