The Cruel Prince Vk Novels & Stories

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

“She saved my life. This woman healed me when I was dying. She has also discovered a cure for nightshade poisoning. Tell me, Lord Vance, what has your daughter accomplished besides sharing your bloodline?” His face flushes red. “My daughter has breeding and class—” “Your daughter,” I say coldly, “is not worthy of polishing my mate’s shoes.” Vance’s eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. “The Prince is mistaken! Zari has everything needed to be a proper crown princess—” I take another step forward, my voice dropping lower.

“It's a good day to start our game and what a surprise that Prince Kohen would be joining us today. Your highnesses, there will be a total of five rounds in this game. The one who will win the most wins the annual royal game!” Everybody clapped while I was busy sketching Kraven, making sure the details were precise. Prince Kraven is wearing blue, Kohen is wearing black, Prince Xyrus is wearing red, Princess Ofelia wears orange, Princess Toreen wears pink. The leader had to take the role of sketching Kohen because of his sudden appearance.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

The King let out a chuckle then grabbed a bread knife to throw at the Prince, “You catch really well, Prince. Have you been playing any sports when you were young?” “What do you mean young, Your Highness? I am still young though, am I not? I could pass as your son looking at my appearance,” “But you are older than me, isn’t that right, Prince Valiar?” The Vampire Prince laughed at the King of the Werewolves claim and looked at the terrified young princess beside him.

She didn’t care that he had company. “Ah…Hello there princess..it is good to see you again.” Vladimir said he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry for intruding…but I needed to see you in upmost urgency“ She said as she hugged him tightly. “Little Princess, You are never an intruder here. In fact you can meet my brother. The Prince of the Icelandic Coven” Vladimir said as he let her slide back to the ground. She smiled as turned around holding her hand out towards the tall figure in front of her

Sybil said with syrupy sweetness. The prince rose to his feet upon the introduction and bowed low. My body jolted so vehemently at the onslaught of powerful energy he emitted I couldn’t adequately appreciate his remarkable good looks. He was the epitome of handsome with his strong square chin, prominent cheekbones, and dark deep-set violet eyes that seemed to penetrate the surface of who you were and bore right into the depths of your being. Unfortunately, his good looks were overshadowed by an air of cruelty that surrounded him. I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom.