The Cruel Prince Vk นิยาย & เรื่องราว

shouted the princess, reassuring herself not to show her friend her sorrowful emotions. "IHYAAAA!" exclaimed the prince right away. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" he wailed as he collapsed to the ground. He began kicking the snow off his feet and wiping his numb eyes frantically. Vreihya appears to have been struck with a dagger as she watches herself and even the young Calix again. "Hug him, Vreihya," the princess instructed her younger self. "Please comfort him!" she exclaimed forcefully, as though pleading with her childhood self.

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

Though Vance had a long temper, he was not a man to you wanted to engage once angered. Cull sighed. “She’s in the holding pen.” “Holding pen?” Vance asked with wary suspicion “Slave Room,” Cull translated. “The room you walked through to get here.” “Cull.” Vance replied in a strangled tone. “She is the crown Princess of the Kaltharian continent, and many others. Not one of your whores.” “I know she’s no whore, no matter want else you wish to call her. Spirited too. Bet her mother was a real little firecracker in the brothel.”

I'd never seen him like this. Gold-red eyes. Claws white as bone. He stepped over my body and caught Cassius by the throat. "You touched her." His voice wasn't human anymore. It was something dragged up from the depths of hell. Crack. He tore out Cassius's throat. Blood sprayed across the throne steps. The second prince crumpled, gurgling, drowning in his own blood. But even as he died, Cassius laughed. A rattling, wheezing laugh. "Hah... hahaha..."

“When young Vlad grew, he became prince of land. He was evil prince. Is said he killed over one-hundred-thousand people. His wickedness ran deep. One time, he filled his banquet room with peasants from his land and fed them like kings. When their bellies were full, he ordered the doors locked and sent peasants to death by fire. He liked best to stick victims with stake and watch them die slowly. “Many wars were fought to beat him, but his wicked ways kept him strong and he kept enemies back. Then, King Mathias Hunyadi beat him in battle and put him to prison for life. Soon he died.” Mei-Lien paused. Speaking such a long speech in English was very taxing on her. Dao-Ming sympathized with her

I was a human sacrifice, yet an ancient blood pact bound me to Lucian Voss, the most feared vampire prince of the Night Realm. Any pain inflicted upon me would befall him tenfold. When consecrated silver cut my palm, the flesh burned from his hand. When a vampire lord forced poison down my throat, Lucian woke screaming, tore him apart, and burned his estate to the ground. After that, no vampire dared touch me. Until Lucian entered his once-a-century blood sleep. Duchess Seraphina, the pureblood vampire who had desired Lucian for five hundred years, broke into my chamber and pressed a red-hot silver brand against my chest. “A lowborn human sacrifice will never be worthy of our prince.” I wat

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

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Kael reached out and seized her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. As her face gradually turned purple from lack of air, he spoke coldly, "You're not worthy of even mentioning her name. Even when you drove a wedge between us, I never once thought of breaking off our engagement. And you think, with that counterfeit face of yours, you could replace her?" He took out a silver dagger and slashed it viciously across Elena's face. "You don't deserve this face either. Didn't you like leaving scars? I'll grant you that wish."