Valerian The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

"You're not frightened at all are you, ? You, of all people, should know that I do not make empty threats." His fingers dug deeper into her skin. "I know you ran to your little hero, thinking he'd save the day. But let me tell you right now, your Prince Charming is no match for this villain standing next to you. Valtor's breath danced across Valeria's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Valerian seethed as he continued to fight Rena's strong grip on his arms. Rena hissed like a feral animal and nearly let go of her brother on mere principle for the snide still playing on Dorian's face. "You wound me Valerian, surely your father would want you making nice with the king of the Northern Realm." Dorian said with a silky voice, similar to snakes slithering on the ground.

he stammered, taken aback, "I bring news your highness." Thomas nodded and turned to Valeria, "Clean me," he ordered her, gesturing to his cock which was still sticky with his sperm. Valeria paled, glancing from the Prince's face, to his slimy cock, to the page boy standing nervously at the door. The beautiful noblewoman could not believe that the Prince wanted her to do such a humiliating and demeaning act in front of a low classed servant boy. Valeria nodded and swallowed, tasting the remnants of his cum already on her tongue. She then dutifully took hold of the Prince's shrinking cock and bent over, lifting it to her lips. The smacking sound of her sucking filled the otherwise silent room

Zuzu screeched in retaliation, ready to attack. "Stand down," Valen commanded the eagle not to engage. He wanted to hurt these women himself. Being in the cave made things dangerous. Too many hits against the wall could crumble the mouth of the cave to shut us inside. "Hurt me and the prince dies." Farrah sneered, referring to Vaheed. "I'm here for the girl." “You will never have her,” Valen growled murderously at Farrah. Then his wolf's onyx eyes swiped at Villainess Snow. Their eyes met.

"Kill me, Valen! The moment my heart stops, the siphon crystal explodes, and the Princess dies with me!" Valen froze his broadsword an inch from Corvus’s throat, his golden eyes burning with pure, agonizing frustration. Corvus smiled wickedly, wiping the crimson from his lip as he backed into the portal. "Give us the child by midnight, King Valen... or watch her core burn her alive from the inside out." Corvus vanished into the dark void, and the portal collapsed into harmless black ash. Valen stood alone on the freezing balcony, his knuckles bleeding as he gripped his sword hilt so tightly the steel groaned. He let out a primal howl of fury that echoed across the entire frozen city.

Although there was still a weak breath, he was almost dead. After a while, Caspian sighed. "If I had known that you have done so many evil things, I wouldn't have let you die so easily." Even someone as strong as Caspian still felt uncomfortable about this fellow's evil deeds after he had just finished browsing through the memories of Valdis Goth. The words evil and cruel were probably not even one-tenth of the evil things that Valdis Goth had done in his life. Some dark cultivator could even be considered as kind and amiable when compared to Valdis Goth.

She said and I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked and she gestured for me to listen. “When the lycans find their mate, they will mark them with their scent. As you mentioned he rubbed your neck, it’s their primal behavior. They are proud breed and wouldn’t show their feelings to anyone except their mates. I believe that Prince felt helpless and sadness from quiet a long time and he vented it out on you. That is what makes them ruthless and a bit scary. Since he is the pure descendent, he will tend to be fiercer. That is why the common education helped back then.” She explained and I was shocked.

“I’d like to see you try. You’re still too much of a coward to come at me directly.” “Careful, Cassiel,” Valerian warned, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “You’re acting awfully brave for a man who doesn’t realize his own house is compromised. You think those guards of yours are loyal? How many of them did you bother to vet personally? Or did you just take whatever riffraff looked competent enough?”

“Out for a midnight run, I see.” I crossed my arms, glaring at him. “What do you want, Malachai? Here to spew more lies about who I am?” He smirked, leaning casually against a tree, his dark eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I don’t lie, Valeria. I only tell the truth, truths you’re not ready to hear, perhaps, but truths nonetheless.” I took a step closer, my hands itching with the energy of my powers, ready to strike if necessary. “You’re an exiled prince. You’ve spent your life chasing power, and now you think you can use me to get it. But I’m not falling for your manipulation.”

Even Aldric's gaze falls to the floor. It's instinct, submission to a superior predator. King Valerian stands in the doorway and his eyes are crimson. Not just touched with red like they were last night when his control slipped, but fully and completely crimson. Both eyes with no gold left at all. His beast is at the surface and the rage rolling off him could level cities. He's bare-chested again, wearing only black pants and boots with his hair loose around his shoulders. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides and I can see his claws fully extended, black and sharp and lethal.