The Cruel Prince Vk Novels & Stories

It echoed inside my head. “I am your husband. You will show me respect… and you will fear me, or face the consequences.” My body stiffened as I slowly rose from the bed. “My name is Luca Blackthorn. I am a prince—the heir to the throne of Dreadveil Palace.” A heavy silence followed. He was waiting for a response… but I couldn’t speak. I was listening—every word sinking deep, sending chills crawling down my spine. Fear wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

The class fractures into moral camps. I don’t speak. Not because I don’t have an opinion. But because I understand the answer depends on who holds the power. After class, Klein stops me. “Vellarius,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “You’re quiet.” “I prefer listening.” “And what do you hear?” Fear. Ambition. Ignorance. “Pattern,” I answer instead. She studies me for a moment, then nods slowly. “Be careful with that.” With what? Pattern recognition?

“I have thought long and hard about how I could possibly repay this beautiful couple for the role they played in protecting me and your miracle prince. I want to do something for them that would mean as much as what they’ve done for me. I can think of only one thing. Therefore, I wish to relinquish my claim to the throne of Kurr and turn it over to my brother, Prince Mandrake.” The room went wild. “You can’t do that!” Drake said in surprise. “It’s yours by right.” At the sound of Drake’s protest, the room went quiet again. They were all eager to hear my response. “It may be my right by custom, but it’s your right by action,” I said. “Let’s face it. I don’t remember Kurr and what I saw of

His auburn hair to the side in an effortless manner as his lapiz lazuli eyes shone dangerously under the chandelier lights. When he finally arrived at the last step, the announcer introduced Aldrich. "Their Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the Vlatka Empire, Prince Aldrich Thaddeus Alaric." Aldrich descended confidently as he looked ahead, his piercing blue eyes staring at everyone as his blonde hair was swept back, loose strands on his face adding to his appeal. And, just like Aimilios, many noble ladies his age were squealing to themselves as they stared at him with hearts in their eyes, finding him handsome and strong.

Careena began speaking fiercely to Darun who nodded and behaved like he was listening intently to her words while doing his best to zone her out. “Do you think the princes of the Blodinek Kingdom are lying in their beds at this hour of the day? No, they work their ass in training. Kal, the crown prince defeated Sir Mallum, your teacher, one of the best Knights in the kingdom… If not the best. Everyone will be watching you and comparing you to him,” Careena said, suddenly realizing that her tone was gradually rising at alarming rates, one that immediately made her start speaking softly and gently since the last thing she wanted was for the servants to hear her.

the announcer stutters out, only to be cut off. “Zedkiel Vilkas.” The prince says in his deep, sinister voice. His tone almost daring anyone to challenge him. Even his siblings dare not stare too long. And those foolish enough to, quickly avert their gaze when his eyes falls on them. As he comes closer, descending, everyone is quick to drop their gaze. Glimpses of fragmented memory I wasn’t sure were mine, flashes before my eyes. Cold, malicious, gold-green eyes staring at me… The smell of blood, and cold dread washes through me.

A frail-looking lady with long white hair with silver streaks and long nails sat in the middle of the cave, a round stone shining with magic sitting on her palm. "You failed! Both of you failed!" She yelled, her hoarse voice making anyone think that she had swallowed a frog with some stones. "Mother Orphra," they said, bowing slightly, their hands trembling with fear and their legs wobbling. "You failed!" Mother Ophra screeched like a monstrous bird, her long nails raised as if to scratch them. "We are sorry, Mother Ophra," Karina mumbled in an apology. "We tried our best, Mother Ophra. We…"

His eyes blazing red. I freeze, counting my breath. My fingers trembling as I brace for his wrath, but he only smiles, tucking the dagger away. "I’m done 'ere, Kaida. Clean this mess up, and take care of the prisoners… and do take care of yourself." He adds the last bit icily, and I gulp. The sweat on my palms is cold and my breath is shallow. Among the Princes, Prince Drelduin is the one we all dread most. The King’s mirror image except he's sharper and crueller. A bloody psychopath.

But the surprising part of it all is that he had caught Ricca looking at him too, like she wanted him. She’s such a greedy girl that she won’t mind two cocks filling her hungry holes, but it’s all in for time. He can’t give her anything she wants if he wants her to be obedient to him. “Tell him to wait, I'm busy.” He said to Vlad, while his attention was on Ricca who was crying from the hard fuck that she was receiving. God! Her tears. The look on her face was.. divine. “I must insist, My lord. It’s important.” Sir. Vlad said, which the vampire king to sigh in defeat before pulling away from Ricca.