Vivi Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

“You’ll be fine. Just keep breathing. I’ve got you.” But he shook his head, his eyes filled with a kind of hopelessness I hadn’t seen before. “It’s over, John. This is it.” “No.” I snapped, trying to push away the fear that was creeping up inside me. “You’re the king. We’ll get you out of this. Just hold on.” He reached out, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me closer. “You don’t understand. This… this betrayal, it could only have come from someone close to me. Someone I trusted.” His voice was weak, but the anger in his eyes was unmistakable. “Someone near the throne.”

It was difficult to tell what he was thinking, but I know for sure that he is anything but pleased. "I have one thing to say on this matter." Karina the young beautiful member of the council spoke up for the first time. She never likes to involve herself when it comes to things like this, so we were all surprised when she spoke. "If the human is prince Domenic's slave, it is only right that he tortures Elio. As our law states, no vampire is allowed to touch the property of another especially slaves. If she is your slave, then it is normal for you to act the way you do."

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

The slave princess sat by a well, watching her brother draw water. She laughed at the displeased expression on his face as he worked. The little prince certainly possessed strength. The boy effortlessly drew water, pouring it into a larger bucket and sending the smaller one back down. Aekeira reached up to remove the strand of hair that obscured the prince's eyes. With a gentle push, she joined it with the rest, her eyes filled with happiness and laughter. The sight stirred memories within him. Reminded him of Daemonikai and their early days of friendship. A sharp pang of pain gripped Vladya's heart.

’ And it had no relation to flirting. “And that's why you called me a killer?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He smiles. “Well, aren't—” The ballroom doors burst open. “ZAYNE!!” His smile falters as all eyes turn toward the voice. At the door stood the queen, her face red, eyes blazing with fury. And then I see him. My target. Crown Prince, Alpha Reynold. His expression is calm, a stark contrast to his mother’s, there's a tiny, fond smile on his lips as he meets Alpha Zayne’s eyes.

“stop acting like a bitch and tell me your name, you are starting to piss me off, if it's money you want I can give you any amount you ask for, just let me have a taste” “First why the fuck will I let you bite me and second I’m not stupid, telling you my name will give you the upper hand, I know how compulsion work and please refrain from calling me a bitch and third I don’t want your money, I have a mate and he won’t like you being this close to me” “like I care what your mates wants, I can use compulsion on you without knowing your name dear, I’m the second Prince of the vampire kingdom, kneel before me”

He snatched the Prince by the collar of his shirt and pinned him harshly against the wall. “Why the fuck would say something like that?! How dare you even think of speaking her name!” he snarled. “Because I faintly know what Cruz has planned for her should he get his hands on her,” the Prince said brokenly.

Never. “Give us the tribrid,” Florencia, with her sweet-like cherry voice, said. It made the prince feel furious. He wants to kill that woman who dared to speak those words in front of him! No one can take his mate away from him and he will turn the world upside down once it happens until he finds Sidrich.

the vicious princess commented with disgust while looking at Vivienne's portrait. "Show me the angle where you look lesser of an ogre-looking bitch and I might start thinking you're a human. Stay out of my sight before I could forget you're a young shit, you ambitious little bitch!" Archer reckoned after scanning the princess from head to toe. "You dare to talk ill of me, dragon slayer! I shall tell my father about this and he will make your life a living hell! I won't let this pass!" Archer, unfazed by the princess' threat started to laugh his ass out. "Do you know how many beasts and monsters I killed? Your dear old father won't get the chance to touch my shit before I slay him, stupid! No

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”