The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

"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!"

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.”

"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.

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.

The other man was all over me, obsessed with me. "She never truly desired me, Crimson," Vade mutters, shaking his head a little. "She obviously entertained other lovers." "I was in love..." I breathe. Someone has to know something. Vade looks down at his empty plate, jaw tightening. Is that hurt I see, carved deep into his expression? "Maybe we shouldn't speak about this anymore. We need to concentrate on healing,” Roel says carefully, noting how uncomfortable Vade has become. The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor.

“Meeting Cassandra had changed that. I know I am not welcomed here. But I do love Cassandra, Alexandra, or whoever she wants to be. And when the war comes, I want to be one of the people standing beside her to protect her.” How could I still doubt that? Suzanna had personally verified Valerian’s identity. My own wife adored him. And his love for Alexandra was in his eyes. He proudly wore it like an expensive suit. He was a royalty and yet, he surrendered and even endured humiliation and beating from the wolves to express his sincerity. Every word he uttered about Cassandra showed his love for her. I had to admit it. He was a rival worthy of her love, too, and so was Giovanni who was working

With the war fast approaching, they needed to be sure that there were enough swords and shields for every person. "What brings you here?" Roland asked as I approached. "Valerie?" Derrick stammered, looking up as Roland spoke. "I thought the prince wasn't allowing you to venture around the castle alone." "I'm free to do what I want." I said, quickly suppressing the pain I felt at the mention of Elias. "Right." Roland replied slowly, though he looked worried. "She is a free woman." For a moment, Derrick didn't speak as he gave Roland a 'you can't be serious look,' but he didn't argue any further.

The king broke one of the vampire's legs, and when he made sure that this would not work at all he broke the other, thus ensuring that he had no chance to escape "Don't worry, I won't leave until I make sure you're completely dismembered and eaten by them." Then he broke each of his arms while he screamed in pain and when he had already managed to destroy his arms and legs, he threw him towards the cliff, where those animals were, that when they saw him fainted, they were in charge of destroying him with their ferocious teeth, it was the end of the Valeriam, and with everyone who dared to touch his beautiful and perfect wife, he was not an angel of death, a demon or being full of evil, he wa