Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince

"You have the reputation of being a man who doesn’t trust people easily, be close off with the general public, which could mean you're cruel." She leaned further, taking in the features of his face, the pores of his skin too visible and radiant under the light. "But, you're not cruel," Celina said with complete confidence. "Your smile and your eyes are far too kind for that." The Prince choked on the air, “Yeah?” Celina nodded her head, leaning back. Silence blanketed the room, making her skin prickle as she pinched her eyes shut. The sound of their ragged breaths echoed in the room until the Prince spoke.

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."

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

“I’m lying somewhere, scared out of my mind, and this is all just some cruel illusion.” “If only,” he said, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t place—hope, maybe, or resignation. A heavy silence fell between us, broken only by the soft drip of unseen moisture. “I’m Klaus,” he said at last, his voice almost gentle. “Klaus Króna. Second prince of Króna, the werewolf territory of Parlem.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ‘A prince? How does a prince end up in a place like this?’

“ She sighed. " Was he the one...... “ " He wasn't. He didn't even know witches remained in Crusta. Especially since the dreaded prince wiped out a whole of them. “ " I've heard of that name once, but I don't even know who he is. He has done a lot for this kingdom although he heard he's ruthless. “ Archer said and she smiled. " I'm sure you might have met. People say he's always on a mask because he's ugly. Some say he's only hiding his beauty. He's the most powerful mage in the kingdom after the princess. “

— That damn thing is smart. Soldiers approach and I see that they are armed. — Now your little cousin and Gabrielzinho are missing... Look how cute. — He says the same, sitting down in an armchair. Aunt Jane cries louder and a soldier hits her face. I want to kill him, but my whole body is tied with ropes. — Well, she said she could attract everyone, but so far nothing... — Chuang said in Italian, then looked at me. — Oh, you woke up.

Chapter 32 – The Scarlet Prince’s Wrath The grand hall of the palace trembled with the force of Kael’s fury. Guards lined the walls, standing rigid as the prince paced before the throne. His crimson cloak swept across the marble floor like a trail of blood, and the light from the sconces flickered with each slam of his boots. Serenya was gone. His mind replayed the words over and over, each echo worse than the last. Taken. By him.

Now it was him delivering punches at the Lycan's face, dislocating his jaw. Despite the pain in his jaws, the prince managed to speak, "You don't deserve her!" With that, he put more effort into punching the king. In an additional act of cruelty, he raised him up with his glowing hair and proceeded to bash King Kyle against the ground several times. At a point, the Lycan king got free from the hair's grasp by using his sharp claws. Following that, he made a beeline for the fatigued prince and executed one last uppercut, ultimately rendering him unconscious, while his pesky hair remained in motion.

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd