Vivi The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

I guess fighting grown men for two days would do that to you, and I was sure the prince would add a few of his own during our training sessions. I sighed; he was an entire problem on his own. The Prince of Vura was known to be cold hearted and cruel. Prince Devin was revered by the humans for his fierceness in battle, but also the barbaric nature towards anyone who stepped up to him. Stories were told through my people about him killing even children and women to get whatever he was after, and in the most horrific ways imaginable. At age eighteen he was leading the imperial army, and now at age twenty-one he had already been victorious in hundreds of battles. He had been bred to be a warrior

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

shouted the princess, reassuring herself not to show her friend her sorrowful emotions. "IHYAAAA!" exclaimed the prince right away. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" he wailed as he collapsed to the ground. He began kicking the snow off his feet and wiping his numb eyes frantically. Vreihya appears to have been struck with a dagger as she watches herself and even the young Calix again. "Hug him, Vreihya," the princess instructed her younger self. "Please comfort him!" she exclaimed forcefully, as though pleading with her childhood self.

She no longer sounds like a child, or even a young woman, she sounds like someone who was born to rule a country, a land of people, someone that has centuries of experience and knowledge. I turn to look at Lucero, nodding my head in deference to her. “Lucero.” I say. “Join with us, Aolis Stormbringer, Prince of Araphyra, the future King, mate to Lily Forte, the One True Queen, and Hera, Guardian of the Realm.”

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

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.”

I could feel her rapid pulse beating hard against my fingers. "It is just a scratch, Prince Lucien," Vivian said quietly, watching my face with a look of genuine surprise. She was used to being treated like a tool or a weapon by Draven and her adoptive father, Vlad. She had never experienced someone looking at her minor pain as if it were the end of the world. "I have survived much worse than this. You do not need to kneel before me." "I do need to," I rumbled, my jaw tightening as I looked up from her arm to stare directly into her beautiful blue eyes. "My wolf cannot handle seeing your blood, Vivian. Not even a single drop."

He didn't want to get his people who also came with him , killed, as the villagers approached them to kill him. He was the most ruthless and cruel prince famous at that time. He never forgave people who betrayed them .He rejected the queen, breaking her heart, when she tell him about her feelings. She didn't believe he broke her heart in a second without even thinking about her. The Prince came forward ,as the Queen was in not the state of protecting herself.She loved someone for the first in her life but still she was left heartbroken. The Prince raised his sword to kill the Queen as he could never conquer the island without taking her life. And at that moment when he was about to kill her