Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Valerian

Lord Vane gasped, stumbling backward as the sheer, suffocating gravity of the High King’s presence crushed against his chest like a falling mountain. "You misunderstand the nature of this realm, parasite," Caelum whispered, his silver-gold eyes burning with lethal, predatory intent. Before Caelum could snap the necks of the envoy's guard, young Prince Valen stepped forward to the very edge of the dais. The six-year-old boy looked down at the terrifying, vampiric warlord with an expression of pure, innocent curiosity. Valen raised his small right hand. He didn't attack. He merely exhaled.

"What do we do with him, my Queen? Do we lock him in the dungeons where Kael used to rot?" Valerian’s head snapped up at that, his pale, icy eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp spike of terror. He might have hidden it behind layers of aristocratic diplomacy and calm menace, but the thought of being treated the way Kael had been—stripped of his status, reduced to working the soil and living among the lower ranks—was a fate far more terrifying to him than a quick death on the battlefield.

He shared a slight resemblance to Valerius, but his features were twisted by absolute, cruel arrogance. "Valerius, my dear little brother," High Prince Kassius sneered, his voice hissing like a serpent across the continent. "Three thousand years, and we find you hiding in a low-dimensional dirt-ball, playing house with a pack of mutant, wet-dog anomalies. You are a disgrace to the Sanguine Court." "Shut your mouth, Kassius," Valerius scoffed, casually tossing his black parasol aside, letting the crimson tractor beam lift him off his feet. "I'm surrendering to the Court's judgment. But if you touch a single blade of grass on this planet..."

Valerius stood in the center of the crimson dust cloud, his chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths, his bare forearms radiating waves of intense, heat-haze energy that melted the frost on the stone steps into clouds of rising steam. He turned his head, his burning crimson eyes locking directly onto Baron Vanehart and Lady Morrigan standing paralyzed on the high dais. "Did you not hear my brother, Vanehart?" Valerius purred, his voice smooth, dark, and laced with a psychotic, terrifying pleasure as he stepped up the stairs toward them. His long, three-inch fangs glistened with venom, catching the bright glare of the sun.

he stammered, taken aback, "I bring news your highness." Thomas nodded and turned to Valeria, "Clean me," he ordered her, gesturing to his cock which was still sticky with his sperm. Valeria paled, glancing from the Prince's face, to his slimy cock, to the page boy standing nervously at the door. The beautiful noblewoman could not believe that the Prince wanted her to do such a humiliating and demeaning act in front of a low classed servant boy. Valeria nodded and swallowed, tasting the remnants of his cum already on her tongue. She then dutifully took hold of the Prince's shrinking cock and bent over, lifting it to her lips. The smacking sound of her sucking filled the otherwise silent room

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.

Its pillars were cracked, sect emblems hung crookedly, and the air inside was heavy with the remnants of the spicerermony aura that had once been used to wage war. At the center of the room sat Valerius, former ruler of the valley, draped in a worn purple robe, head bowed beneath the wavering torchlight. When Anya and Orion’s footsteps echoed through the hall, Valerius lifted his head slowly. His eyes resembled an old lion’s, weak, yet still holding a hunting instinct. “You came after all,” he said softly. “I thought after my downfall, the two of you had abandoned this valley completely.” Anya met his gaze directly. “We did not come to offer pity, Valerius. We came with a message.”

probably low level vampires who kept their heads down as the Prince’s carriage passed by. “All hail his royal majesty, Prince Damien Von Krastien, heir to the throne of …..” The Prince barely acknowledged them as Lucy wanted to shrink or vanish, never in her life has she gotten this much attention from anyone, talk more about vampires, even though it was indirect attention it was still more than what was used to. The guards on the other hand could smell the human in the carriage from a mile away, they all knew of the prince's nonchalance with anything related to the blood bank system, had he finally caved in and gotten a slave?

Then two eggs cracked. The prince charming had fallen to the floor, clutching his almighty balls with both hands and groaning. The sound was a mix of pain and surprise, echoing in the luxurious suite. "Serves you right!" I yelled before rushing out of the suite. If you think you can set a trap for me, Valerian Blackwood, you are so wrong!

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.