The Cruel Prince Valerian Novels & Stories

I was still a highly-paid human expert. Once I saved enough cash to ditch this hellhole, I’d be free. I could live happily ever after without a man. Right? The next day, dressed in my sharpest black suit, Alistair dragged me to the main exhibition hall. "Remember, absolute respect for the Prince," Alistair warned under his breath. "Cassian Valerius isn't your average vampire. He's been alive for millennia, and his temper is... lethal." I nodded, trying to steady my breathing.

Lycans. In the middle of them walked King Valerius. I knew he was the King before anyone said a word. He was easily a head taller than the others. His hair was the color of winter frost, cut short and messy. He had ice-blue eyes that looked right through you, and a jagged scar ran from his left temple down to his jawline, cutting through his eyebrow. He didn't look like a king in a storybook. He looked like a killer who had stolen a crown.

“I’d like to see you try. You’re still too much of a coward to come at me directly.” “Careful, Cassiel,” Valerian warned, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “You’re acting awfully brave for a man who doesn’t realize his own house is compromised. You think those guards of yours are loyal? How many of them did you bother to vet personally? Or did you just take whatever riffraff looked competent enough?”

"She doesn't hurt anyone and no one has courage to hurt her because her mate is Alpha king, most powerful among werewolves and off course, her brother is Augustus..." Snow yawned. "Okay, bye! " He went back to his hole. Valerina was sitting there thinking on whatever Snow has told her. Augustus entered the main gate at the same time. He saw Valerina holding the basket of carrots and lost in her own thoughts. His eyes paused on her. Her mesmerizing golden eyes always makes him captive. Her silky hair swaying with the wind. Her honey skin complicating the seren night. He couldn't understand how some human can look so peaceful and beautiful.

“Nothing. Thanks for clearing everything up by telling us your whole goddamn plan with Sarah and Revier, and confessing to your crime, Prince Valentine.” Valentine laughed furiously. “So again, what are you gonna do now? Arrest me?” He offered his wrists. “Go on. Are you stupid? I’m the crown prince. You’re a foreigner on a visa. You may be a billionaire, but here in my country, which I will lead in the future? You’re nothing.” “I thought you’d say that.” He slipped his hands in his pockets and looked at the door. It was too late for me to realize what was going on— that something was really going on.

Issac was just a common soldier and not among the elite regimen guiding the loyal family, hence it was not surprising Prince Valerie was not able to recognize him. He bowed his head, introducing himself, "I'm Issac, one of the soldiers among the search parties sent by the king to search for you since your disappearance. Luckily enough, I stumbled into the human realm and now have found you." Issac repeated his words exactly the way Prince Aldric instructed him. While Prince Valarie was the future leader of the kingdom of Astaria, he was currently employed by the cruel prince and his loyalty was currently with him too. Also, Isaac liked his head on his shoulder and Prince Aldric never goes ba

One of his arms broke free from the restraint, and he immediately raised his hand, using all his strength to slap Valerius across the face. “Smack!” Valerius took the full brunt of the blow, his eyes blazing as he glared at Ethan. From birth, Valerius had been the crown prince, a son of the heavens. Even his father, the emperor, had never slapped him, let alone an exiled prince like Ethan. He raised his hand, intending to return the slap, but as he gazed at Ethan’s exquisitely beautiful face, he hesitated, clenching his fist before lowering it.

"You're not frightened at all are you, ? You, of all people, should know that I do not make empty threats." His fingers dug deeper into her skin. "I know you ran to your little hero, thinking he'd save the day. But let me tell you right now, your Prince Charming is no match for this villain standing next to you. Valtor's breath danced across Valeria's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

Elena said. The king laughed. "even if he comes, it is too late. The prison has already been opened." "What did he do to you?" Elena asked Darla. "He injured my palm and made me drip my blood inside the pit" Darla replied. Elena glared at the king. "glare all you want. The spirits are on their way here and they are very angry" the king said. Elena drew her sword. "then I will kill you before they come"