The Cruel Prince Series Book 5 Novels & Stories

May furrowed her brows at what she had just heard but as she was about to speak, the Fifth prince cut her off. "Permit me to introduce myself. I am Gavin, the Fifth prince of the kingdom of the Great Wohsland and beside me are my brothers, Hadriel, the Sixth prince and Asher, the Seventh prince." Gavin introduced himself and his brothers to May. "So you three are the three lazy princes." She said as she looked at them. "Three lazy princes?" Hadriel questioned. "That is what they call you guys in the city, the three lazy princes." She said then she pointed at Gavin. "The prince who chases after women." She moved to Hadriel. "The cheerful prince who does nothing." She then pointed at Asher. "T

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

Alistair said with a fake bright smile. The introductions continued. "I am Gad." "i am Five" "I am Lena." The last person stepped up. The princess looked at this person and felt that this person was very familiar to her. Was it someone she had met in one of her travels? But he was too young. She mused to herself.

I need to take my most trusted with me, the want to get to her is so overwhelming I am struggling to stop my Dragon from shifting right now. I am coming for you my Queen, hold on not long now! **Authors Note** I hope you enjoy Princess Emerald and King Vulcan's journy :) For all visuals and updates please go to my i*******m page. This book is slightly more naughty than the last one ;) MM xx

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

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.”

“ Inform Prince George that I have an update about the vampire and let him decide he wants to meet me or not . “ I say to the royal guards and one of them enters the study room to tell Prince George that I have an update for him . Within a few minutes the royal guards let me into the study room to talk to Prince George whom I find devastated . Poor Prince George is nervously holding a wine class shaking as if he is shivering because of a cold weather . I see he has a billion questions in his mind he wishes he could ask . His eyes scream for help , sweat drips from his forehead and I can instantly tell that something is bothering him . He paces up and down holding a wine class just like his m

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

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things. I hesitate at his bedside drawer. Looking around is one thing but it becomes snooping when I’m looking into drawers. Imagining him catching me in the act makes me cringe but I really want to know what someone like him hides away. Biting on my lip, I pull the first drawer open and it opens soundlessly. It’s nearly empty, I observe with a sigh of relief. There are a few books, some tools. The books are philosophical and I gently lift them to find a picture frame. Pulling it out, I observe with a little amusement that I’m looking at a teenage Prince Ismir, before his Shifting. He and his father stand properly, s