The Cruel Prince Vk Novels & Stories

Joan Coachman threw her at his feet and said, "It is disgraceful to watch a couple being intimate and yet here the princess is doing such actions." Princess Blanche whipped her head around and glared at her, she did not recognise the woman who threw her down and yelled, "Who the hell are you to do what you want with me?" Joan Coachman stared down at her and said, "You are in the second prince's estate and committing a crime, you should be lucky that I am letting you leave or else we'd have His Majesty the King deal with you." Princess Blanche stood up angry and glared at Joan Coachman who couldn't be bothered.

The prince was as tenacious as they thought, even the strongest of poisons could not immediately take him down. “You should know that I am the roaring inferno” Colter told them in a tipsy voice, and Aquila realized they were on the cusp of winning. “Do not stop the onslaught” he ordered his fellows and they all charged at him. Colter had managed to block three strikes from them but he was too caught up to block Aquila’s strike. He had used the three other vultures to distract the prince and managed to land a violent punch into his face. An aura of flame erupted from the prince, triggered by his pain and rage, but they noticed that it flickered in and out of existence. He was falling. They ju

“The Bay Prince recognized her from the first second. But he wasn’t selfish. He didn’t shout across a crowded room demanding acknowledgment. He understood the Princess had reasons far greater than his own longing.” “Poor Bay Prince,” Vasiliya whispered. “Yes. Quite sad.” Feliks smiled crookedly—the kind that doesn’t reach the eyes. “And things grew more complicated. Because there was another prince.” Vasiliya’s expression soured immediately. Lips pursed. Broadcasting displeasure with complete transparency. “Who?” “A prince from the south. Tall. Dark-haired. An air that seemed harsh—but actually...” Feliks circled his hand, searching for a substitute for an infuriatingly perfect man.

Much too soon we came to a stop and the dark material was taken off my face, the lycan pushed me forward with such unneeded force that I fell to my knees. I noticed the strange place; somewhere deep in the caves was the Lycans home, a place no human could find; strangely, there were furnitures- mostly wooden or iron, nothing glamorous- in the large space; the place was dimly lit; I spotted more of them, insanely tall Lycans; and then, seated on the throne, the prince of Lycans, Vladimir , sat watching me; his full attention was on me; but unlike the others, he looked scarier, he looked less human; his eyes were all blue; no irres; unlike the other with pitch black eyes; his skin was white bu

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so as not to attract human attention.

Chapter 3: Redhaired Vixen Prince Aldrich Theano Prince Aldrich stared at the redhaired vixen called Lady A. In all his years in living in Nevera, he has never encountered a woman who could speak this audacious and boldly. Yes as a prince he has encountered beautiful women, women from different places and they've been quite forward too but her words is quite different from the ones he's heard. Her proposition is so shocking.. At first he thought he didn't hear her quite clearly...

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

"They fear you Count Vlad, you can end the sufferings of my people. As a ruler, I cannot bear to see them continue to suffer endlessly." "And why should I help scum like you?" Wilhelmina had heard her husband spew those hurtful words. "What good could cockroaches like you do me?" "Your curse," The prince had retorted. "I know a shaman from my place capable of breaking it."