The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

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.

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.