Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Valerian

Vera had been annoying, desperate, and exhausting, but she had also been there. “Works for me,” Valerian said. The prince turned and left the room before the other two could answer. His expression stayed cold, but his dragon was not calm. For Xen and Blake, accepting the children might have been complicated, humiliating, but possible. For Valerian, it was different. He was the crown prince of the galaxy. Vera had destroyed his reputation, dragged his name through public filth, and tied him to a woman who could never be his queen. For a dragon, the situation cut deeper than politics. His wife should have been only his. His bloodline should have been clean and untouched by scandal. But he and

"Look at the fountain." Standing by the oil was a man. He looked young, barely older than Elara. He wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, but on his head sat a crown made of twisted, blackened bone. It didn't shine. It seemed to drink the light around it. It was Prince Valen. The man who had supposedly murdered his father. He wasn't looking at them. He was staring into the black oil, his hands shaking. "I didn't want this," he whispered. "Father, I told you I didn't want this."

The guards who were on the right and left of the door, immediately opened the door when they saw the King coming. The king then entered, approached a man who looked quite old, staring at the blue liquid in a glass tube. "Felix!" The King called out, calling out the old man's name. "Ah! His Majesty the King!" The old man–Felix, immediately bowed his head in respect. Felix Grane, one of the many thousands of years old potions wizards from the vampire nation. He was chosen as a royal mage who is very genius in concocting any kind of potion.

Queen Beatrice said angrily. “And yet you have acted as if you have been raised on the street and killed your husband for power” Robert said angrily, Nathan wanted to step up for his mother, I could tell by his body language but Valarie looked at him and shook her head, knowing that what her husband was doing was a matter that should have been taken care of a long time ago, someone should have stood up to her and stopped her before she crossed this many limits. “My son has come here to be offered a peace treaty along with the other princes”

Dorian stated snidely, Val's eyes flashed as silver filled them as his rage ran unchecked. Sandrine and Rena rushed to pull Dorian from Valerian's grip only resulting in Dorian falling hard onto the floor. "Valerian, he's the king now. If you try anything and he gets injured; he could retaliate against the whole of the kingdom." Rena tried reasoning with Valerian as Val stood heaving breaths as his anger flooded his system. Vera rushed toward Dorian to help him up even as Dorian swatted her hands away viciously.

"Kill me, Valen! The moment my heart stops, the siphon crystal explodes, and the Princess dies with me!" Valen froze his broadsword an inch from Corvus’s throat, his golden eyes burning with pure, agonizing frustration. Corvus smiled wickedly, wiping the crimson from his lip as he backed into the portal. "Give us the child by midnight, King Valen... or watch her core burn her alive from the inside out." Corvus vanished into the dark void, and the portal collapsed into harmless black ash. Valen stood alone on the freezing balcony, his knuckles bleeding as he gripped his sword hilt so tightly the steel groaned. He let out a primal howl of fury that echoed across the entire frozen city.

I am feared by my people, especially since I have a cruel way to kill vampires, but it’s just a facade I keep up that keeps the order in the kingdom. As I’m having some drinks with some friends, my brother Victor came to tell me Valerius is there. Honestly, I didn’t expect Valerius to come tonight. He has a mate already, and he’s the king of a kingdom—the kingdom where his mate lives. Valerius is my older brother. He’s a year older, and we grew up like twins. We share a powerful brother bond, and we have many things in common, including looks. Our hair is the same color and our eyes.

It wasn't that much of a threat, but a girl got to do what she can to survive. His jaw clenched tightly, and I know for sure that I've made a mistake by threatening him. "You're nothing but a weak human slave. Very soon the prince will cast you aside and I'll make sure I am one of those who takes your body and blood before you are thrown away!" His words sent unpleasant shivers down my spine. I tried not to show that I was affected by it, but I couldn't control my expression. "Anyway," he continued. "The prince has asked me to bring you to him. You are wanted at the council."

And there, just visible beneath the thin silk robe, was the gentle curve of my stomach. Livia brushed my hair with a silver comb that sang softly with every stroke. “Tell me about him,” I whispered, afraid and unable to stop myself. Livia’s hands never paused. “Prince Valerian Nocturne is five hundred and twelve years old. The only son of King Lucius the Unbroken. He has ruled as Crown Prince for four centuries. Warriors fear his blade. Scholars fear his mind. Women—” She paused, lips curving. “Women have thrown themselves at his feet for centuries. He never looked twice.”

Zuzu screeched in retaliation, ready to attack. "Stand down," Valen commanded the eagle not to engage. He wanted to hurt these women himself. Being in the cave made things dangerous. Too many hits against the wall could crumble the mouth of the cave to shut us inside. "Hurt me and the prince dies." Farrah sneered, referring to Vaheed. "I'm here for the girl." “You will never have her,” Valen growled murderously at Farrah. Then his wolf's onyx eyes swiped at Villainess Snow. Their eyes met.