Vicious Prince Novels & Stories

Bryce frantically got up and said, “Prince? You - It can’t be!” “I’m sorry to tell you, but you failed to kill me,” Prince said. “You are a scum, Bryce, a greedy man, and a selfish father, involving your daughter in this. To think, I tried to help you for the sake of Daisy, but you have now exhausted my kindness. I will make sure that you pay for your sins.” “Prince, it - it was an accident! Believe me! We panicked. We did not know what to do!” Bryce reasoned. Prince, however, firmly said, “Save it. I don’t believe a word that you say.”

Of course, there were still some things I needed to clarify with him but right now, he has given me hope. Hope that maybe I can get my pound of flesh. The Vales, we're evil people. Cruel, selfish, and greedy. And today, I will no longer be one of them, completely removed from their power. It is beautiful. And now, as I walk down the aisle, with fake smiles and vicious whispers thrown my way, I am not bothered. I know something that they don't know and the power that comes with it is glorious. Marcus and I exchange vows and as he leans down to his Lee, he whispers.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

“You’re working under Damien. He’s your king. Why do you want to stick your neck out helping me?” “Prince.” he corrected in pure hatred. “Not a king. But a prince. Even so, he disgraced his ancestors and mostly he disgraced his father. No matter how many times he claimed himself as a King, he would never be the true King of all vampires. He’s just a mindless child with a sickening obsession of creating the perfect soldiers.” “You didn’t answer why you wanted to help me.” “He has my sister,” he answered at last. “We both suffered in his hands. It’s time to return the favor.”

Before I can comprehend what is happening, they're already on their feet again downstairs. "You fucking piece of shit," Prince lashes out, whirling the guy around and locking his wrists from behind, pushing him against the glass window. He whacks the guy's face against it that the glass cracks. The psychopath growls in pain as Prince cracks his hand, probably breaking the bone. Prince roughly spins him around that the back of his head smacks the glass window again. "How dare you," Prince hisses, venom in his voice. Then my vision becomes more and more blur, everything around me spinning around. My chest is heaving up and down, my breaths short from the lack of air just now. The legs that I'v

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

Before I can comprehend what is happening, they're already on their feet again downstairs. "You fucking piece of shit," Prince lashes out, whirling the guy around and locking his wrists from behind, pushing him against the glass window. He whacks the guy's face against it that the glass cracks. The psychopath growls in pain as Prince cracks his hand, probably breaking the bone. Prince roughly spins him around that the back of his head smacks the glass window again. "How dare you," Prince hisses, venom in his voice. Then my vision becomes more and more blur, everything around me spinning around. My chest is heaving up and down, my breaths short from the lack of air just now. The legs that I'v

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

“I told you I’d fight with you—avenge my family, tear them apart! What more do you want from me? Why drag me through this hell?” He laughed again, a brutal, cold sound that raked over my skin like claws. I had heard rumors about his ruthlessness and how he treated his enemies. Prince Arineth was also known as the Ice Prince, having slain countless rogues without mercy. I never expected he would be crazier than they had described him.

They were going to poison his celebration beverage. By the time he realizes what had happened, they will be long gone by the secret passage. It didn’t matter if the Princess was ready or not, she wouldn’t watch her die like her sister did. Especially over a man with power and no compassion for her. She didn’t know much about Ambrose personally but she had heard a lot about him. An abandoned, spiteful prince who murdered the royal family in cold blood as revenge, a general who tore through the heads of his enemies while laughing, and a beast who had no control once a blood moon took place.