Vivi The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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.

BROOKLYN POV The words hung in the air between us. Viviana stared at me for a long moment, her mouth hanging open. And then she screamed. Her phone flew from her hands, crashing to the floor, the screen shattering on impact. But she did not seem to notice. She was too busy staring at me as if I had grown a second head. "You are... you are mated to the four princes?" she breathed. "The four most powerful, most dangerous, most sought-after men in the supernatural world?"

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

The maids who were there couldn't take their eyes off him, mesmerized by his handsome face, his beautiful silver eyes. His name was Vladimir Valerius. He was the first son of The Vampire King. The butler bowed politely to greet his master. “Where's Cedric?” Vladimir asked, raising his voice. “Prince Cedric. He-he is in his room.” Anger burned within him after hearing what his butler said. He then moves like a shadow and now he was at the door of Cedric’s room. He went in and he saw Cedric was sitting on the sofa, in his black nightgown, and the girl was lying dead on the bed. The wounds and the blood marks covered her pale naked body.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

said Mike in a loud voice and Zee looked at him sharply as he said. "I told you I'm not the stupid creature that you killed before because I was able to control my strength even my own mind and look at my mother is also a Hybrid creature even though the Vampire blood in my body is much thicker but I'm still the crown prince of Lord Kevin with Lady Henzie " he said which was able to silence the questions of everyone who was there. Kevin cracked a smile hearing his son's firm explanation and the man took one step forward while clasping his chest and he said.

Theodore held his arm and drew him back. "Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of him. I hide no secrets from him." "Fine. If you say so." "I say so." "What are you going to do about the second vampire prince? Are you going to tell him that you are Theodore." Theodore stared at him in shock. "You knew?" Gad looked at him unimpressed. "What do you take me for? A fool. I made my own enquiries and discovered that you and your friends were guilty of hiding a vampire. And that vampire happens to be the second vampire prince Starlix."

“His uncle knew everything…” Then Sindy’s next words broke me. “They said they killed the child too…but Prince George is somehow alive but living as a vampire .” My breath hitched. I could not stay hidden anymore. I stepped out from behind the tree. “Sindy.” Both women turned sharply. My guards tried to stop me, but I raised a hand. “Leave us,” I told them. “Please.” Victoria’s eyes searched mine. She looked like she had a thousand questions. Maybe she did.

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.

A dark expression fell on her face and her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Vincent! Who's that?” She asked. She quickly made her way towards him and gasped pretentiously upon seeing the unconscious pale girl in his arms. Princess Ciara looked at her stepbrother and asked, “what happened to her?” But Vincent had no time for that. “Get me Vlad,” he said between gritted teeth. Minerva's pulse has slowed down. It was so faint to the extent that one would think she was dead. When Ciara didn't move and was rejoicing within, Vincent turned to glare at her. “NOW!” Black scales appeared again and she stepped back. Losing her footings in the process, Ciara fell backwards in shock as horror dripped f