Vivi The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Her breasts swelled from her clothing, at her every step, milky skin and pretty blonde hair. “My Prince.” Trixie was quick to bow at him, curtseying. “Who are you?!” he asked, in a speechless expression at his liking for her. For someone as outgoing as him, he never kept his emotions inside… “I’m Trixie, your mum, um… works with me.” The young girl made confident steps towards him, which made him nervous at what this fierce creature was up to. “A vampire…” she sniffed. When she realized what she had done to a royal, she bolted her eyes in terror. “Whoops! I’m so sorry. Damn, I’m so stupid…” she trailed, rubbing her head which was cute to the Prince.

She looked me up and down before giggling “Girl no need to lie to me I’ve witnessed your power.” My power? If crying your soul away while clinging to life on a dirty rotten floor while starving emits power then call me alpha. I cackled out loud at my thoughts. “I see you are mistaken, I’m no ordinary wolf girl I am Vivi of the purple crescent clan and I know more than you could ever imagine.” She went on.

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.”

The funeral of Lady Ambrosia was held, the realm has lost a great soul, the king seems to have changed after the death of his human mistress from being a kind king to a ruthless king. Three years later, The king and his most trusted council realizing the young prince Aethelfrith was also human and not strong enough to rule the realm decided to betrothe him to his brother's child, A very strong full blooded female vampire named Crimson. The king sent his son, prince Aethelfrith to another place to live and be trained into a capable king.

"How... maternal you look." Behind her, Princess Evelynn glided in wearing midnight black, her ruby mouth curved in a smile that promised trouble. Where Ivora was ice, Evelynn was the kind of venom that enjoyed itself — beautiful, deliberate, amused by her own cruelty in a way that made her more dangerous than someone who felt guilt about it. Then came Second Prince Lucian.

“Calm down fleabag.... first you have to swear allegiance to me and answer all my questions!” “Who the fuck is that corpse?” Darren said, he looks at him with hatred, he seems to know him. “He is the prince of vampires, Vlad IV.” “Well, let’s go great... “ “Why are you saying that? “ “Because right now I don’t know how I can see that his soul is very black!” I said to Darren while he looks at me strangely. “But vampires don’t have a soul!” “Apparently the little prince is an exception, he must be very strong...”

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Nathan asked Elijah who smiled at my mate. “You are a man I respect Prince Nathan; I give you that” Elijah said smiling, his eyes meeting Nathan’s I saw honesty in them “I am Elijah, son of Princess Vanessa daughter of King Alexander of the vampire kingdom and a maiden he had, a witch named Bianca, my father is Deniz, King of The Sea, making me your older brother” His brown eyes met mine then Ashton’s as he revealed his mark, the mark looking like mine and Ashton’s, meaning that he was telling the truth.

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

The man called out to hers father in an unspeakably small voice. "Can you lower your voice?" said Angel, staring at the man in disgust. Kevin almost answered Angel, but he stopped his mind when he saw Louis coming. "Calvine ... it's been a while since you came here," said Louis as he approached the man. Kevin chuckled softly. "I'm busy studying." He replied. Him gaze was unintentionally fixed on a man who was now sitting on a chair in the living room quietly. "Uncle ... who is he?" asked Kevin curiously.