Vivienne Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

“Soon, I’ll be Princess Vivien Mortane.” It was Lucia’s words that made me lose my breakfast almost instantly. “The wife of Prince Alexander Mortane!”

Crypian’s eyes flickered to the side, landing on Willow. I waited for him to pull me into his arms. I waited for him to growl in fury at what Mother had done to me. Instead, he stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened. The pupils dilated until the green was almost entirely swallowed by black. Slowly, as if in a trance, Crypian moved. But he didn't move toward me. He stepped past me, his shoulder brushing mine and he walked straight to Willow. My sister let out a small, confused gasp as the Prince reached out and all of a sudden, he shoved her. Not hard enough to actually hurt her but enough to send her stumbling back.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

Arrows flew from my brother’s bow, their tips glazed with frost. Two wolf guards collapsed instantly—throats pierced, dead before their bodies hit the snow. My brother Vincent stepped over them, robes black, eyes colder than winter. Magic hissed on his skin like live wire. Behind him rolled a carriage of gilded ebony, the Blood Prince’s crest—an imperial eagle clutching a bloodstone crown. An arrow sliced past Seraphina’s ear and sheared off a lock of her hair.

Kael reached out and seized her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. As her face gradually turned purple from lack of air, he spoke coldly, "You're not worthy of even mentioning her name. Even when you drove a wedge between us, I never once thought of breaking off our engagement. And you think, with that counterfeit face of yours, you could replace her?" He took out a silver dagger and slashed it viciously across Elena's face. "You don't deserve this face either. Didn't you like leaving scars? I'll grant you that wish."

“She saved my life. This woman healed me when I was dying. She has also discovered a cure for nightshade poisoning. Tell me, Lord Vance, what has your daughter accomplished besides sharing your bloodline?” His face flushes red. “My daughter has breeding and class—” “Your daughter,” I say coldly, “is not worthy of polishing my mate’s shoes.” Vance’s eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. “The Prince is mistaken! Zari has everything needed to be a proper crown princess—” I take another step forward, my voice dropping lower.

"You Princes have to stop kissing me. I'm going to explode if I take in any more power right now." Jayce chuckled softly, and reached around her to open the door to the carriage. He knew that if he didn't kiss her again soon, he might explode instead. "Are you ready, little Halfling? The Spring sithen will be overwhelming. This is just an outlying village, the full Court is something else entirely." She climbed into the carriage, "Then what are we waiting for, Prince, let's get this show on the road."

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.