The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

She said, and I fell to the ground, feeling my chest heave. “In all these, he'd forge his own path. He will either do it well, or fail greatly. He is The White Demon Prince. The first and last of his kind.” Slowly, life slipped out of Valendor, and she disappeared. I panicked so hard, but there was nothing I could do. I blacked out almost immediately

From what she had understood, the first prince was a wicked, clever soul. "Prince Draco, but he assured the king that he won't let you die," Adrian said calmly. She fisted the sheets tightly and a broken chuckle escaped past her lips. So it was exactly what she predicted. She could expect nothing less from these monsters but if she ever got the chance to kill any one of them prince Draco would be the first one on the list. She couldn't help but think about Kolton and hoped from the bottom of her heart that he was set free and the monsters fulfilled their promise. Still, she hoped to see him again one day.

"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.

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.”

"Crown Prince Valerian? But that was centuries ago. What does he have to do with this?" Varik, smirked. "Your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, Prince Darius, framed his brother Crown prince Valerian for murder and had him banished. Valerian endured terrible torment and disgrace, all because of a crime he did not commit. He lived the rest of his life in exile, stripped of his honor and his rightful place in the kingdom. I am simply taking back what should have been ours." Alaric's face contorted with rage. "You poisoned me, made me impotent, and manipulated my sons for a two millennia-old grudge? This is madness!"

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

Kael screamed, a sound that wasn't human, a high-pitched, metallic screech that silenced the crowd once more. "Don't kill him!" Valerius snapped, though he looked delighted by the spectacle. "He is an asset. He still has the King’s secrets in his blood." "Julian, no!" Kael gasped as the Prince charged. A guard stepped forward, slamming the butt of a spear into Julian’s ribs. The Prince went down hard, gasping for air. The crowd surged forward, and for a moment, the barrier between palace and city dissolved into a chaotic swirl of violence.