Valerian The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Zelia wrapped her arms around his neck as His Majesty wrapped his arms on her waist as they continued kissing until they're out of breath. Zelia flicked his forehead, "Are you trying to suffocate me, Valerian?!" His Majesty froze, as his eyes widened, "What did you just say?" Zelia look at him weirdly, "Are you trying to suffocate me, Valerian—Holy mother, your name is Valerian?!"She asked as her eyes widened. His Majesty nodded his head as he hug her tightly, "Yes, 'mi lady." END OF CHAPTER 33

I don’t want it to be. Ramsey steps closer, his voice curling into my ear like poison. “Oh, but it is. That’s him, Valeria. That’s your noble prince. The one you mated with. The one you trusted. And as I said, he only gets worse in each lifetime.” He gestures with a nod, his tone laced with triumph. “Now look closer, my dear. Look at all the blood on him.” I do. And this time, I can’t look away.

His expression did not change in the slightest, as if what I just said was a plain lie that he would not deign to believe. “Do you really think that I would believe you?” His low voice teeming with coldness rang in my ears as I blankly looked up at him. Varyan Ley Valerius, the third grandson of the current Valerius king, and the grand heir chosen once his father sits on the throne. I have heard countless stories about him, and about his reputation as one of the devils that you would never want to oppose in the Rogue kingdom. I have imagined his menacing and monstrous appearance, but I never thought that he would look like this.

he pointed up his index finger, “A few are more immortal than others. For instance, I. I doubt you can kill me with any of your weapons. And he, you have no idea who he is, don’t you?” “He’s the crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas. The vampire prince, that’s what we all know.” “True. But that’s a disguise. Let me ask, do you know how old he is?” “About 150 years old.” “Wrong,” he announced. “By the way, your friend here did not simply go a hunting trip. He has forgotten what actually occurred.”

One after another, she found herself in a bunch of problems, taking her whole time. “Entertainment, I don't want. Except for one thing which I wish to take with me to Valeria,” Carl said when his wolf snarled. Both figures desired Elsa, not because she was a wolf or a luna but because both got mesmerized by her that night. She left an impact on his wolf. “What do you want, prince?” Elsa asked with an intent stare, giving herself a few ideas of things this Valeria's Crown Prince wants. It could not be simple things. Is he thinking of harming His Majesty or wants to take away precious treasure?

Each of them looked like someone carved to stand above normal people, the type of men crowds would turn to watch even if they did not know their names. Valerian stood in the center, tall and perfectly straight, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the polished stillness of someone raised from birth to be watched. His black hair fell in smooth waves around a face too striking to soften the arrogance in it, with sharp cheekbones, a clean jaw, and gold eyes that caught the light like fire behind glass. He looked every inch a crown prince, beautiful in a cold, bright way, his clothes dark and fitted, the gold trim at his collar matching the faint dragon heat moving under his skin.

“This is Crown Prince Valen Wolverson, our soon-to-be werewolf King and his Beta, Devin Smithson.” Mikayla emitted a feeble, “Hi.” “Open the cell,” Valen commanded, firm and flat. His aura had the same burning, upward-pushing energy as a Saturn V rocket. Depending on his words, it either sucked you in or spat you out. Axel stepped forward with the keys and performed the task, sliding the silver bar door open. Mikayla did not move and her pale blue eyes rested only on me. “So you are the little fairy who managed to tie down this stubborn Alpha?” Valen informally asked to help her relax. Mikayla twisted her mouth in the cutest way that made me want to kiss her. “Come out, Mikayla.”

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

Seraphina cried loudly, feeling that her life had been played by fate. After crying until she was tired, Seraphina finally slept with her body curled up, trying to find some comfort. Meanwhile, the Lycan King known as Valerian suddenly appeared in the middle of the night. He entered Seraphina's room and turned off the light. "I don't want to see your face," the mysterious Valerian muttered. He was the Lycan King who had lived thousands of years, punished by fate. He was a cold, hard and mysterious man, no one could get close to him, except someone who could give his life for something worthwhile, like Seraphina's parents. But that didn't mean that Valerian wanted Seraphina. He just needed a

"You're going to put me in that? You're treating me like I'm crazy?!" His fury burned through his exhaustion, igniting something violent inside him. The sheer insult of it sent a fresh wave of rage through his veins. He wasn't insane. He was trapped. He was losing control. But Valerian? Valerian merely chuckled. The sound was low, almost amused, but there was something chilling beneath it. He tilted his head slightly, watching Adrian like he was nothing more than a pitiful animal lashing out in its final moments. "After this," Valerian said smoothly as eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.