The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

I stepped closer and froze at the sight inside. Valerian knelt on the stone floor in the center of the room. His shirt lay torn beside him. Black veins crawled across his chest and arms like living shadows, pulsing with every ragged breath he took. His body kept shifting partially between man and beast. Claws extended from his fingers. His muscles strained as if his bones were breaking and reforming. Blood streaked his hands where he had struck the stone floor trying to ground himself. Sweat covered his skin. His face twisted in agony while low growls mixed with pained gasps escaped his throat. This was not the Alpha King. This was not even the Monster King everyone feared. This was a man fi

“Somewhere I can keep you alive.” “Adrian....” “Later,” he says. “Right now, just run.” We run. And somewhere far away, Valerius sits on his throne, touching the fresh scar that just appeared on his own face, mirroring the one I just gave his elite. He smiles, slow and terrible. “There you are, little queen,” he whispers. “Come to daddy.”

“His Highness, Prince Alessandro!” All eyes turned toward the staircase as the prince descended, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly. His presence commanded attention, his dark hair and sharp features radiating a confidence that seemed both regal and dangerous. I glanced at Valeria, expecting her usual composed indifference, but instead, her face turned ghostly pale. Her hand shot to her mouth, and before I could say a word, she bolted. “Valeria!” I called after her, my voice too loud in the now-quiet room. Heads turned in my direction, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

“I am sorry if you don’t like violence. If it scares you, my sweet. But I won’t apologize for my choice to protect you… or anyone I care about, in my own way.” “But now people will shame you because you are a Prince and you fought them because of me.” I smiled at her frowning face. “You forgot an important detail, Valeria. I am a Prince of Azmia, I would like to see them try to shame me.” She sighed, mumbling, “So arrogant.” I eyed the dark red streaks of her hair. “You would catch cold with your hair damp. Here, let me pat them dry for you.” Before Valeria could protest, I stood up to bring another clean towel. I didn’t want her to get sick.

Valir still has to find the cause of Vale's death, as a cousin who is very close to him, he does not accept Vale's death without a cause. Valir remembered the past with Vale, they both promised to become noble mages and work for the kingdom, unfortunately all those dreams together had to be destroyed. Valir woke up from his sleep when he heard the sound of a crow in the back window of his room, he rolled up his sleeves and took out a small sword. Silently he approached the crow in the front yard of his house, grabbed his neck and stabbed him with a knife.

“She’s lovely, but surely he can’t be serious…” “She must be a witch. A seductress. Why else would he choose her?” My chest rose and fell in panic. I lowered my eyes, focusing on the tiles beneath me. Anything but their stares. And then I saw him. Valerian. Standing at the altar of the Moon Goddess, tall and dressed in dark red ceremonial robes. His silver crown shone under the light, and his eyes burned as they landed on me. His smile was cruel. He stepped forward and grabbed my arm from the guards.

She was not expecting this. "What?" she gasped with shock. Everyone claims that the Raven prince is a cruel man and very dangerous. He changes women as quickly as he changes his clothes. But with Valerie, he is different. For the first time, Liliana began to think. 'What is going on between these two? Oh dear, I just hope that this doesn't end in a catastrophe ' she prayed.

Julia crumpled to the ground like a rag doll, clutching her throat and coughing violently, her eyes wide with terror. "Good girl. You've finally come to your senses," Prince Archon said, patting my shoulder with pride. "Your father, the great Prince Valerius, is currently in his slumber. Before he slept, his greatest wish was for you to stop being so willful and return to manage the Valerius clan's affairs." He paused, his commanding gaze sweeping over the trembling members of Clan Nightwood. "It seems Valerius will soon have a new Princess." At those words, Joseph went completely limp, his eyes vacant as if his soul had been ripped from his body.

Among those smitten by her was none other than the Lycan King of the Vakatow bloodline, a figure of rugged magnificence named Valerian. Valerian, with his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, ruled not only over his kind but also over the hearts of those who followed him. He was a beacon of strength and wisdom, a true embodiment of the royal lycan legacy. Yet, it was Isolde's enchantment that brought him to his knees.

“Out for a midnight run, I see.” I crossed my arms, glaring at him. “What do you want, Malachai? Here to spew more lies about who I am?” He smirked, leaning casually against a tree, his dark eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I don’t lie, Valeria. I only tell the truth, truths you’re not ready to hear, perhaps, but truths nonetheless.” I took a step closer, my hands itching with the energy of my powers, ready to strike if necessary. “You’re an exiled prince. You’ve spent your life chasing power, and now you think you can use me to get it. But I’m not falling for your manipulation.”