The Cruel Prince Vk Novels & Stories

♡VIRANICA POV♡ how can my prince be like this no he is not at all my prince he is fake all the time he enjoyed with girls being around me how can he play with my emotions I believed him I loved him I cared for him how can he cheat on me how can he lie he is fake he is fake sobb mom he is not good mom he is bad mom sobbb the prince I loved is not him he is not good person he is not the man I dreamed about

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

Duke Raziel did that…for her? ~~~~~~~1300 years ago~~~~~ "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera, the villainess said to the crown prince. She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. She dedicated her whole life to bullying Princess Avelina, stalking the crown prince, and now she successfully killed the female lead. But she felt empty. "I said kneel." She said to the vulnerable Crown Prince in front of him. The Crown Prince, Prince Mathias looked at her like she had gone crazy. "Are you happy now? You killed my fiance, the love of my life. But now that she’s gone, I still would not love you.”

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.”

Drake," he exclaimed angrily. Emily’s heart melted, and she faced the king and queen. She was glowing again as the moon appeared from the clouds. She swallowed hard, making a loud growl. "Venatores peribunt." Monui te. Totum rouges regnum est. " (The hunters will die. I warned you. The whole kingdom of the rouges.) "Interfice nos, plus est." The king blurted out (Kill us. There is more.) "Watch how I will kill the prince and break his bones into pieces and burn him to ashes," Drake said dangerously. Emily played the light in her hands while Drake softly killed the prince. They are throwing each other’s deadly death glares. The prince screamed in pain until his voice couldn’t even be recogniz

I guess fighting grown men for two days would do that to you, and I was sure the prince would add a few of his own during our training sessions. I sighed; he was an entire problem on his own. The Prince of Vura was known to be cold hearted and cruel. Prince Devin was revered by the humans for his fierceness in battle, but also the barbaric nature towards anyone who stepped up to him. Stories were told through my people about him killing even children and women to get whatever he was after, and in the most horrific ways imaginable. At age eighteen he was leading the imperial army, and now at age twenty-one he had already been victorious in hundreds of battles. He had been bred to be a warrior

“But now?” “He’ll be paying his life for what he did to both mother and your mate” End of flashback. “The king abused the prince’s mother?” Kiara asked frowning, I shook my head in confusion, I couldn’t really confirm it, especially since the prince himself didn’t, but I knew one thing, King Alexander was nowhere near being okay. “But why would he do such a thing, if he was a vampire, shouldn’t he have had his mate?” “He should have, and that is what is confusing me, especially since Sebastian said that he killed his son’s mate”

he pointed up his index finger, “A few are more immortal than others. For instance, I. I doubt you can kill me with any of your weapons. And he, you have no idea who he is, don’t you?” “He’s the crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas. The vampire prince, that’s what we all know.” “True. But that’s a disguise. Let me ask, do you know how old he is?” “About 150 years old.” “Wrong,” he announced. “By the way, your friend here did not simply go a hunting trip. He has forgotten what actually occurred.”

I tried to sound confident but came out timid and tired of all this. "Now this isn't the welcome I thought of darling... I at least deserve a little praise for my plan to take you away and what I am about to do. But before everything, I live the fear on your face. It makes me want to sin. " He said coming close to my face and I could feel his disgusting breath on my face. " Prince Darsh... The crown prince of Magadh, Prince Vikram Aditya is approaching us. Seems like he figured out where we are." A soldier came in and informed me of the good news I had been waiting for.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”