Valerian The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

"What do we do with him, my Queen? Do we lock him in the dungeons where Kael used to rot?" Valerian’s head snapped up at that, his pale, icy eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp spike of terror. He might have hidden it behind layers of aristocratic diplomacy and calm menace, but the thought of being treated the way Kael had been—stripped of his status, reduced to working the soil and living among the lower ranks—was a fate far more terrifying to him than a quick death on the battlefield.

Kael screamed, a sound that wasn't human, a high-pitched, metallic screech that silenced the crowd once more. "Don't kill him!" Valerius snapped, though he looked delighted by the spectacle. "He is an asset. He still has the King’s secrets in his blood." "Julian, no!" Kael gasped as the Prince charged. A guard stepped forward, slamming the butt of a spear into Julian’s ribs. The Prince went down hard, gasping for air. The crowd surged forward, and for a moment, the barrier between palace and city dissolved into a chaotic swirl of violence.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

They had me. "Let me… think about it for a night," I said, closing my eyes in despair. Back in my dark, damp attic room, I shakily opened my old laptop and searched for everything I could find on "Caspian Valerius." What I found made my blood run cold. I’d heard he was ruthless, but I never imagined the chilling titles and stories attached to his name. "The Butcher," "The Night King," "The Monster Who Put a Bullet in His Own Uncle's Head"... every label came with a bloody rumor.

I am feared by my people, especially since I have a cruel way to kill vampires, but it’s just a facade I keep up that keeps the order in the kingdom. As I’m having some drinks with some friends, my brother Victor came to tell me Valerius is there. Honestly, I didn’t expect Valerius to come tonight. He has a mate already, and he’s the king of a kingdom—the kingdom where his mate lives. Valerius is my older brother. He’s a year older, and we grew up like twins. We share a powerful brother bond, and we have many things in common, including looks. Our hair is the same color and our eyes.

the man said as he quickly left the room, leaving William alone in the silent space. I can't believe father chose such a man to be counsellor... He is someone who would even listen to rumours... How would he be able to give me sound advice... William thought as he shook his head, disappointment etched on his handsome visage. Crown Prince William is the only child of the Kingdom of Enoch that was the product of the marriage of both Lilith and Xander. He had been raised as the next ruler of the Kingdom and has always been working to earn his father's appraisal. His father treated him well and always took him with him on visits to estates around their nation, unlike his mother who seldom talks

"So, a few dusty leeches woke up. Tell them the world belongs to the wolves now, and if they misbehave, my wife will freeze them into lawn ornaments." "You don't understand, Killian," Valerius’s crimson eyes flashed with urgency. "They aren't just awake. They are furious. They woke up to find that the Crimson Court—their legacy—had bowed to a Lycan King. To them, my submission to you is the ultimate treason against our bloodline." Valerius pulled a crumpled, blood-stained piece of parchment from his coat and placed it on the desk. It was sealed with black wax stamped with a fractured skull.

He treats me like an inconvenience, barking orders, making me scrub his training grounds at dawn, and glaring every time I breathe too loudly. It's taken all my control not to snap and lash out at him. Valrik, the Vampire Lord, is… complicated. He rarely speaks, but when he does, it's to tease me. He loves mind games, I'll give him that. His eyes follow me like he’s memorizing the rhythm of my heartbeat. And Caelir, the Fae Prince—well, he smiles too much for someone so deadly. There’s always a flicker of amusement in his eyes, like he’s in on some cosmic joke I don’t understand.

They sneered at our twenty Steele enforcers, violet eyes lighting up with arrogant superiority. But when I walked beside Dominic, I kept my head up , because I had to. And somehow, their sneers didn’t last. Not on me. Not once the white-hot, electric aura of the First Moon pulsed under my skin. I could feel their inner beasts whining, restless, like instinct had teeth and it wanted them down on their knees, submitting to my bloodline. At the end of the grand hall was the throne room. Supreme King Valerius sat on a throne made from the bones of ancient dire wolves. Flawlessly handsome, like someone sculpted him with cruel patience. Long silver hair, and eyes glowing—blinding , toxic violet, t

Sleep was a distraction from his desires. He did fall asleep quickly, but the next day, there were still bodies to be found. It was in the same condition as the bodies of the girls Erwin had killed. And everyone swore Erwin was the murderer (but of course, they didn't say it openly). "But I fell asleep that night, I swear. How could I wake up and kill people if I was asleep?" Erwin thought. One of the witnesses, a harem doorman, gave his testimony: "The prince looked strange that night. He walked like a drunk. And his eyes... his eyes were completely purple... It was like his blue eyeballs were taken out of place and replaced with purple crystals. I think... a demon or something possessed th