The Cruel Prince Series Book 5 Novels & Stories

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?

The First Prince's brow furrowed in a deep frown. I smiled at him, saying, "So perhaps the shivering isn't merely a human problem." A servant in the corner suddenly developed a serious cough fit to cover a laugh. The Second Prince looked moments away from losing his mind with amusement. The First Prince just stared at me, his face flushing with anger. The Queen, however, gave me scrutinizing look. I took another bite of fresh fruit, acting completely innocent. Her lips then curved into a smile. "You speak of Draven often."

For five years, I pursued the heir of the throne, Christof. One day, a large chunk of text floated in the sky. [Sweetheart, stop being so stubborn. That useless prince isn’t worth it.] Before I could figure out what was happening, another chunk of text appeared. [Just look at Prince Harald. He’s had a crush on you for the longest time!] I turned and met the fifth prince, Harald’s gaze. His gaze was dark, and his hand gripped the wine cup tightly as if he was holding something back.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Princes were meant to let generals bully nobles quietly and pretend it was justice. I didn’t pretend. Aldrich turned his gaze to me, and the look he gave me was cold. “You should be careful,” he said, voice smooth. “The evidence I have also implicates you.” The words hit the hall like a rock dropped in water. Shock rippled. Ministers stared. Ivana’s eyes widened a fraction. Richard’s posture tightened beside me. I frowned. “Then share it,” I said flatly. Aldrich’s mouth curved slightly. “You want me to share evidence that incriminates a prince? In open court?”

If I were to befriend Emma, couldn't I also frequently encounter Draco? Prince Fifth glanced at Felicia, then suddenly smiled and said, "I'm going to watch Seventh Brother's arrows to see how far he can shoot." After speaking, he briskly walked outside and approached the apple at the farthest tree. He pretended to inspect it, then loudly remarked, "Indeed, all five apples are shattered."

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.