Novel & Cerita Valerian The Cruel Prince

The spray of water on him is not helping Ilya stay awake, yet the alpha’s knot hasn't softened at all inside of him; it gets even bigger with each thrust. “You can’t pass out on me, Princess." “Don’t tell me what to do and don’t call me that!” Ilya snaps. “I’m not done with you, princess,” Valen smirks, and then he finally drops Ilya's leg, only to pick him up effortlessly, resting his back on the wall while his hand supports his legs to help him thrust even faster.

"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.

And there, just visible beneath the thin silk robe, was the gentle curve of my stomach. Livia brushed my hair with a silver comb that sang softly with every stroke. “Tell me about him,” I whispered, afraid and unable to stop myself. Livia’s hands never paused. “Prince Valerian Nocturne is five hundred and twelve years old. The only son of King Lucius the Unbroken. He has ruled as Crown Prince for four centuries. Warriors fear his blade. Scholars fear his mind. Women—” She paused, lips curving. “Women have thrown themselves at his feet for centuries. He never looked twice.”

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.

"You're a disgrace for a prince Domenic Darkshadow. Choosing a human over your own kind. You don't deserve to be king of the vampires!" I clenched my jaw and gave the signal to Lysander so he would open up the ceiling. Elio has always been tough, but great pains can break even the strongest of hearts. A single ray of sunlight was let into the dim lighted room from the opened space in the ceiling right unto Elio's skin. He growled and screamed in pain. The sounds were nothing but pleasure to my ears. I turned towards Lysander and instructed. "Do not stop torturing him until he tells you where he has hidden Kate!"

she expressed a little nervously. "What is it, is there something else I should know?" I asked, not understanding what that could be. "Leonard covered for Lynnet, as Lynda and she were the daughters of Margareth Skarosky, the princes' eldest sister, the heir to the throne, who abdicated for love. Leonard is the fifth son of Prince Stefan, and was fourth in the line of succession until the twins appeared, and since they were the daughters of the heir princess, they succeeded her in the same order. These are the reasons why they framed you and made you bear the guilt, while you were innocent".

She wondered how this would go but of course, she had a plan B if plan A didn’t work out fine. The Slavcan prince, Valen Steel was known far and wide for his brutal ways, following the footsteps of his father. He was the only son and so, the sole successor. Rumours had it that his mother personally orchestrated the murder of any male child their emperor fathered. This alone was a terrifying rumour about them. He was training on the archery grounds when a soldier ran towards him. “Your Highness, the Tamar Queen is here”, the soldier said with his head bowed, “2 soldiers are escorting her and her companion here”

Prince leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “Oh, I think you will be.” Damien stopped walking. Something in Prince’s tone made his instincts sharpen. “What are you talking about?” The prince smirked. “You know that little friend of yours?” Damien’s expression darkened. “Choose your next words carefully.” Prince ignored the warning. “Soren Vale.” The name hit Damien like a spark. “What about him?” Prince’s grin widened. “Funny thing about Soren…” He leaned in closer. “He’s not exactly what he claims to be.”

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.