The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

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?"

"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.

His expression did not change in the slightest, as if what I just said was a plain lie that he would not deign to believe. “Do you really think that I would believe you?” His low voice teeming with coldness rang in my ears as I blankly looked up at him. Varyan Ley Valerius, the third grandson of the current Valerius king, and the grand heir chosen once his father sits on the throne. I have heard countless stories about him, and about his reputation as one of the devils that you would never want to oppose in the Rogue kingdom. I have imagined his menacing and monstrous appearance, but I never thought that he would look like this.

I was expecting it. I sighed. The warmth was already gone. Replaced by that old, familiar cold weight. The Prince of the city, Lord Valerius, wants a word. The fallout from The Crimson Veil was finally here. Valerius doesn’t hold court in some flashy club. No, he prefers a soundproofed gallery deep, deep under the Met, surrounded by the spoils of dead empires. The air down there is cold. Still. Smells like dust and power.

Even Aldric's gaze falls to the floor. It's instinct, submission to a superior predator. King Valerian stands in the doorway and his eyes are crimson. Not just touched with red like they were last night when his control slipped, but fully and completely crimson. Both eyes with no gold left at all. His beast is at the surface and the rage rolling off him could level cities. He's bare-chested again, wearing only black pants and boots with his hair loose around his shoulders. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides and I can see his claws fully extended, black and sharp and lethal.

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

Heir to the throne? Crowned Prince?! Xylem?! Aiden? Aidem was... a prince? Impossible! I was still trying to digest what I just heard when Valerian walked into the room walked into the room with a big smile and a tray of what I thought to be the fried eggs and pasta which woke me up. I just stared at him in shock. ‘He?’, was a Prince? Or maybe… I was dreaming? He sensed my uneasiness and was about to speak when the woman’s voice boomed through the speaker again.

A world of glitter and shadows, where nothing was ever as it seemed. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. As the Valisteen Princess, I had wealth, luxury, and influence. But with that came constant threats—Ray’s enemies, who seemed to be lurking around every corner. They never stopped coming after me, trying to use me as a pawn in their ruthless games.

I stepped back a little, feeling frightened and threatened by his presence. I could feel it. This man had a high-ranking werewolf status if my wolf and I were alarmed by this man's presence. Who was he? Why did he look familiar? That way, my back collided with Valerian's chest, and he immediately supported me and tapped my back. Then Valerian made a deep bow before him. "Greetings to the little sun of the Yuanzhong Kingdom, His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Henricus la Chandelier."