Valerian The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

probably low level vampires who kept their heads down as the Prince’s carriage passed by. “All hail his royal majesty, Prince Damien Von Krastien, heir to the throne of …..” The Prince barely acknowledged them as Lucy wanted to shrink or vanish, never in her life has she gotten this much attention from anyone, talk more about vampires, even though it was indirect attention it was still more than what was used to. The guards on the other hand could smell the human in the carriage from a mile away, they all knew of the prince's nonchalance with anything related to the blood bank system, had he finally caved in and gotten a slave?

I was sure I would do perfectly fine. I adjusted the tray in my hand before making my way towards the highest table. The moment I reached them, a chuckle rose from one of the men with the King. “Alpha Valerian, don't you think she looks beautiful?" I stiffened. Valerian. So that was his name. The Lycan King’s golden eyes flickered toward me, studying me lazily as he swirled his wine glass. “Beautiful?" He mused, titling his head slightly. “You’re right."

He smiled, and the smile was the kind that cuts. “You come asking for my land with your traitors?” he said, easy as breathing. “You want my men to turn their blades on me? You are bold, Valen. I admire bold fools.” Valen’s face did not change. “You have become a cruel man. We will heal what you broke.”

“Your Majesty, if I may, I just have a concern regarding your mate….” “And you are?” She curtsies, then flashes me a subtle dirty look. “Naomi, your Majesty. I am Valeria’s stepsister. I just have to let you know that she is a cursed white wolf, therefore, not fit to be your mate.” Annoyance flares in my chest. She really wants to derail everything in my life, doesn’t she? Thankfully, Ares already knows. His lips curl. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Naomi views this as her win and starts to sneer, thinking that she deterred the King from marrying me.

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

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.

I stepped closer and froze at the sight inside. Valerian knelt on the stone floor in the center of the room. His shirt lay torn beside him. Black veins crawled across his chest and arms like living shadows, pulsing with every ragged breath he took. His body kept shifting partially between man and beast. Claws extended from his fingers. His muscles strained as if his bones were breaking and reforming. Blood streaked his hands where he had struck the stone floor trying to ground himself. Sweat covered his skin. His face twisted in agony while low growls mixed with pained gasps escaped his throat. This was not the Alpha King. This was not even the Monster King everyone feared. This was a man fi

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

"Crown Prince Valerian? But that was centuries ago. What does he have to do with this?" Varik, smirked. "Your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, Prince Darius, framed his brother Crown prince Valerian for murder and had him banished. Valerian endured terrible torment and disgrace, all because of a crime he did not commit. He lived the rest of his life in exile, stripped of his honor and his rightful place in the kingdom. I am simply taking back what should have been ours." Alaric's face contorted with rage. "You poisoned me, made me impotent, and manipulated my sons for a two millennia-old grudge? This is madness!"

"That would be… foolish." My breath caught, making my knees nearly gave way. "Who..." My voice shook. "...who are you?" He smiled, slow and cruel, yet devastatingly beautiful. "Valerian." The name crashed into me like ice water. My stomach churned, my lips parted but no sound came out because everyone knew that name. Valerian Draegor? The Blood Prince and leader of the vampires. The eternal figure whispered to have lived for two centuries yet carrying the face of a man barely thirty.