The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

A man with a hypnotic voice said, "Sister Valeria!" Looking to the left, Bellatrix was stunned to see the tall, handsome young man - the royal look in the dress. The young man stood face to face ahead of them. Valeria hid Bellatrix behind her back. Seeing that the young man's crooked smile widened, Bellatrix saw two teeth coming out of either side of the young man's lips. His long clawed fingers touched Valeria's face and slowly stopped on her lips. He leaned in and whispered,

The werewolf-formed Acanthus lay down on the cold dark floor as he whimpered. Valerian took the opportunity and ran towards Acanthus. Valerian pulled out a dagger and stabbed Acanthus. As Acanthus suffered from the pain, he went back to his human form. "You can never defeat me, Acanthus," Valerian whispered. On the other hand, upon seeing Acanthus lying on the floor, Natasha quickly tried to attack Valerian and obey the order of her father to kill Valerian, but Valerian was quick and was able to stop Natasha by holding both of her arms.

“Your Majesty, if I may, I just have a concern regarding your mate….” “And you are?” She curtsies, then flashes me a subtle dirty look. “Naomi, your Majesty. I am Valeria’s stepsister. I just have to let you know that she is a cursed white wolf, therefore, not fit to be your mate.” Annoyance flares in my chest. She really wants to derail everything in my life, doesn’t she? Thankfully, Ares already knows. His lips curl. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Naomi views this as her win and starts to sneer, thinking that she deterred the King from marrying me.

“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.

"What exactly is a valerian?" My question makes Richard's eyes flash with surprise. "They didn't tell you what you are?" He searches my face for a second and when he realises I really don't know what I am, he says," Valerians are a race of very powerful vampires. So powerful, they make us look like kittens. They're the only vampire able to compel another vampire and they used to rule these lands viciously." His words make me shiver but I don't say a word, wanting him to continue.

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

One after another, she found herself in a bunch of problems, taking her whole time. “Entertainment, I don't want. Except for one thing which I wish to take with me to Valeria,” Carl said when his wolf snarled. Both figures desired Elsa, not because she was a wolf or a luna but because both got mesmerized by her that night. She left an impact on his wolf. “What do you want, prince?” Elsa asked with an intent stare, giving herself a few ideas of things this Valeria's Crown Prince wants. It could not be simple things. Is he thinking of harming His Majesty or wants to take away precious treasure?

"So technically you are telling me to befriend someone you just described as Lucifer himself? Are you nuts?" "Princess Vala, your father is related to Lucifer himself, they are brothers. You are related to Lucifer so that makes you and Ruthless equal probably in terms of powers and strength." Zelik said to her. Vala laughed out a little, "Are you sure you are okay, I am not that strong, the only thing I can boost off is my sharp brain and these chains around me, I don't have any special kind of power." She told him. "You are mistaken Princess Vala. The clothes you're wearing, who gave them to you?"

I let them look at him. My eyes were already moving to the far end of the room. The throne. And in it, Valerius. He sat like a king carved from stone and shadow. His dark hair was swept back from a face that had been called beautiful a thousand times — sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, a mouth that curved easily into smiles that never reached his cold, pale eyes.

"You want to pit a trained killer against a woman you’ve been calling a fragile, pathetic human for months?" "If she’s as special as you say, it shouldn't be an issue," Vane retorted. He snapped his fingers, and from the side shadows, Valerius stepped out. Valerius was huge. He was like seven feet of solid, vampiric muscle, covered in scars and holding a sword that looked like it was made from black glass. He didn't look at me like I was a person; he looked at me like a target. He walked into the center of the room, the other nobles clearing out of the way like they were afraid of catching his shadow.