Vivi The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Her father was thirsty for royalty, and he kept on saying that if she became her Majesty, he would get to gain the royal image as well. The palace guard smirked at her, and she scoffed at them, feeling like grabbing their necks and ruining their faces with her claws, but she needed to control her anger. Camila never entertained people who looked down on her workers or dared to hurt them. Her father may end up losing his pack for her mistake. "Mil," Ash called, a sudden wave of fear washing over him. He touched the white necklace with a red substance present in it to feel Camila's heartbeat, but it was weak.

Casimir said seriously. “ Me? Threatened that you are alive. Impossible you are just a piece of trash and worthless thing." The crowned prince maliciously said. “ Okay so just let us pass in let us go in the portal," I said to the crown prince. While I am behind Cassimir's back. "Well, you're pretty enough to be my plaything, so I won't allow you to leave this place," the crown prince declared. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his vine-like powers, which were black and covered in thorns, directing them towards us.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

“I’m a Prince and the future King. I will never crawl to anyone. Least of all, you.” “Then what do you want? Need a tissue for your tears?” She asks mockingly. “I came to tell you that you failed. My mate is alive and well, but your best warriors? All dead. Dead at the hands of the woman you call a child and say is so unworthy of being my mate and the future queen.” “You lie.” She snarls. “If there’s one thing I never do, Lorelai, it’s lie. You know that. My mate is alive and well, and already headed back to Araphyra, where you know you can’t touch her.”

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

The both can’t seem to stop staring at each other, whoever they were in the sane closed room, and despite the fact that there’s a huge chance that the vampire king, Lord Ambrose, might have noticed her swift diversion of her feelings towards him, moved over to his son, Vlad. Ricca wasn’t scared of the fact that she was walking in treacherous steps, maybe it had to do with the fact that the vampire lord hasn’t treated her to the point that she’s nearly on the brink of death, for her to recognize that she belongs to a jealous, possessive and crazy man who was old enough to be her great-great grandfather.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.