The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu

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…”

It occurred to me how tense she would be to think that her lover could have something to do with my death, and what it would cost her if she had to decide which side to be. The prince of wrath looked at us under his shoulder, when he was already heading inward. Without really looking into our eyes, he said: "Don't expect to find dances and fornication in my territory. There are no falsehoods around here. Only the mäl and human souls ready to be enslaved for the rest of the time "and, without further ado, began to move forward

The sound of the drums followed again, and behind the king appeared three young men and a beautiful girl with tufts of snow. For the screaming to rise again. "God, have mercy on me." Damontry rolled her eyes. She looked again at the princes to notice that they were only four, and bent down a little to whisper to Danielle. "They are four, where is the Fifth Prince!" No sooner had she finished her sentence than a huge gray wolf appeared in the middle of the princes. "Ladies and gentlemen, Your Highness, the Prince and Crown Prince, William Jong-in." In the palace where the bodies were swaying here and there and some classical music appears in the background.

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.

He found the prince’s behavior to be well over-dramatic as it reminded him greatly of how his brother used to act when things would go astray. “Well it’s not my fault you get your kicks by branding your girls,” he muttered. The veins on the side of the prince’s head became protruded as his anger rose. “You need to fix this!” he shouted. Something dark started to pull within Cruz. He snapped his gaze over to the prince and slowly rose from behind his desk. His voice grew low in his throat. His tone was filled with lethal venom. “I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become

Their casual cruelty sends a wave of fury through me. I press my hand to the door, feeling the vibrations of their callous conversation. My jaw clenches as I push it open, the hinges creaking as if the castle itself is protesting their vile intentions. As the door swings wide, the stench hits us—a rancid mix of sweat, blood, and the fetid air of the dungeon. The scene inside is worse than I had imagined. The princes, those who should have been the defenders of their people, have debased themselves entirely. They’ve become nothing more than animals, driven by their base desires, blind to the reality of their downfall.

"My apologies for disappointing you, your highness, but there is nothing more." The crown prince stood up and smirked. He uttered, "Is that so? I heard something remarkable had happened. I heard there was a strange light, did my ears deceive me?"strange light Duke Fedelin gasped, failing to compost his poise. "It's not the reaction I was expecting for someone who does not know what I was talking about," says the crown prince with a smile. However, after a blink of an eye, his face had turned into a cruel man who was about to do bad deeds. "You have reached my patience. I'm afraid if you fail me this time, you don't have another chance to prove your worth. You know what happens to those who a

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.