The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

"Good, you're awake. Want to watch Mr. Bellandi smash what's left of his life?" I looked at him. "What did you do?" "Nothing dramatic. I just put the truth in front of him." Nico sat beside the bed, his smile faint. "No one hurts the Valenti princess and walks off without paying the bill." The screen on the wall lit up with security footage from the villa living room. Investigators had temporarily released Matteo to retrieve documents. He walked in and found Vivian sitting on the carpet with Lark, luxury shopping bags piled around them. In the trash lay torn pieces of a photo of me.

The spray of water on him is not helping Ilya stay awake, yet the alpha’s knot hasn't softened at all inside of him; it gets even bigger with each thrust. “You can’t pass out on me, Princess." “Don’t tell me what to do and don’t call me that!” Ilya snaps. “I’m not done with you, princess,” Valen smirks, and then he finally drops Ilya's leg, only to pick him up effortlessly, resting his back on the wall while his hand supports his legs to help him thrust even faster.

A former tyrant from the dark era, Alpha was a pure apocalypse herald who was sealed away because his brutality was deemed too dangerous even by the wolf race itself. Valerius breathed in the night air with long breaths that filled his giant ribcage. "The smell of iron... oil... and despair," Valerius' voice was not human, but an echo from within the blizzard. His eyes swept over the group of tattered clothes of the escapees at his feet. "Where is my crown of fangs that I left behind? Why is the air filled with the scent of money and a mortal Queen?"

Valerius moved so fast Lyra didn't even see him. In a heartbeat, Kaelen was pinned against the opposite wall, his feet dangling inches off the floor. Valerius’s hand was clamped around Kaelen’s throat, and all nine silver tails were pointed like spears at Kaelen’s chest. "You threw her away," Valerius whispered, his voice vibrating with a terrifying, royal authority. "And in doing so, you gave the Empire its Empress." Valerius leaned in, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper only Kaelen—and Lyra—could hear.

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."

When he arrived at the abandoned building where Samuel was waiting, he got out of the car and was greeted by Samuel’s men—all betas. "Follow us, Mr. Rutherson," one of the men said. Valerian followed them inside. Even though Valerian was a billionaire businessman, he had a habit as a dominant alpha: he was aggressive, physically strong, and settled scores with those who crossed him in his own way. "The lion got away because—" "Shut up, Samuel. Where is he?" Valerian cut him off sharply. Samuel smiled and pointed to the far end of the room, where Mr. Howart was tied up and blindfolded.

And they hadn’t forgotten her. The wind rattled the windows. When she looked out, the forest seemed to move, dark shapes sliding between trees far below the cliffs. Her heart twisted. Freedom had never felt so close—and yet, she couldn’t take a step toward it. Not while the curse tied her to the prince. --- Kael He stood in the war chamber, staring down at the map spread before him. The fire in the hearth crackled, but its warmth never reached him. “The southern patrol reports another ambush,” said Lord Verin. “Small group, masked, bearing the old crest of the Crescent Moon.”

"You're going to put me in that? You're treating me like I'm crazy?!" His fury burned through his exhaustion, igniting something violent inside him. The sheer insult of it sent a fresh wave of rage through his veins. He wasn't insane. He was trapped. He was losing control. But Valerian? Valerian merely chuckled. The sound was low, almost amused, but there was something chilling beneath it. He tilted his head slightly, watching Adrian like he was nothing more than a pitiful animal lashing out in its final moments. "After this," Valerian said smoothly as eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

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.