The Cruel Prince Vk Novels & Stories

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

Looking at the hundreds of blood spears floating in the air, they couldn’t help but take a step back. “This... ” “I applaud your bravery. As a reward, I’ll end your lives painfully” The prince stated calmly, as if killing someone was nothing. “Stop! I accept your offer! Just stop what you're trying to do!” Venedict who was silent a few minutes ago to recover shouted in panic. At first, he thought he could get out of this situation with the help of his comrades but he didn't expected for the prince to be this powerful. “A wise choice!” The prince complimented with a bright smile. He finally managed to convince him to become his servant. The blood needles he augmented seconds ago dispersed lik

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

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.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

His brow furrowed for he had seen pairs from the women he had gone to bed with before, but none had such slender and creamy legs as the prince. Venom's hand prickled. He had the desire to touch Prince Killian for a brief moment but quickly snarled at himself for allowing foolish things to distract him. He quickly rose to his feet, bringing himself up to eye level with the prince. "Here's your villain." With an expressionless face, he showed Prince Killian the eight-legged critter and tossed it away. The prince forced a smile and mumbled in a feeble voice, "Thank you." Venom exhaled sharply and in a pissed voice answered, "Fix yourself, your highness, and stop being a wus-" he didn't finish h

I couldn’t picture myself getting bound to a heartless woman. “I am the King!” I vociferated, releasing my dominant scent, making everyone around the grounds of torture, bow. The servants began to shake in fear due to my uproar. Prince Byron tilted his head just like Princess Violet. Even Jay kept quiet for once in hours. “I am the King Archie Kovan Of the Wereland. I rule and make commands not listen and obey commands. Do you get that?” I growled. That one was meant for Princess Violet but I didn't bother to specify until I spoke again.