Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

“You must fear losing your claim to the throne.” “I fear nothing.” That was a lie, because behind me stood Gina and for the first time in years… I had something to lose. Cassian lunged again, and this time Lena intercepted him. Her claws slashed across his chest. Silver-black blood sprayed across marble. Cassian hissed. “Vale Witch.” Lena smiled coldly. “I’ve been called worse.” The princess fought beautifully, ruthless with no wasted movement. Cassian clearly realized fighting both of us directly was no longer advantageous.

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."

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 am your prince!” One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. He leveled his spear at me, his voice devoid of emotion as he spoke the words that sent ice through my veins. “Prince Neil, you are under arrest and sentenced to death for consorting with Werewolves.”

She was not expecting this. "What?" she gasped with shock. Everyone claims that the Raven prince is a cruel man and very dangerous. He changes women as quickly as he changes his clothes. But with Valerie, he is different. For the first time, Liliana began to think. 'What is going on between these two? Oh dear, I just hope that this doesn't end in a catastrophe ' she prayed.

I know he was hoping for her to be punished. “Viola is just a wolfless little girl! She had faced a lot of torture and hardships, I’m sure you know about that, you can see the scars on her body. Why should I punish over a mere diamond? She can take anything she wants from Bianca, and I still won’t punish her for it. She’s not our enemy! Have I made myself clear!” “Yes King Damien, I didn’t know she had no wolf.” Roland apologizes. “Where were your senses at?” Damien taunts. I chuckled softly.

“Out of all my creations, this is the only one worthy. The only one I’d call my son.” My body stiffened at his words. I took a step back but my back came in contact with the closed exit. The reality of my situation, had my heart racing. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to run, or shift, or fight. Anything. Balthazar’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer. “And now, Vivienne,” he said softly, eyes gleaming with sick delight, “let’s see what you really are.” He turned to the creature and gave a single, cruel command:

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

He was a striking man—broad-shouldered, muscular, and his weapon was hard and pulsing with life. "Who... who are you?" "I am Prince Philip of Venetia. Your fiancé." Snow White’s eyes were glassy; the poison still clouded her mind, leaving her lying as still as a doll. The Prince sneered, pressing his tongue against her clit and nipping her lips. Her nectar poured out instantly. Snow White moaned, her body twisting in pleasure, her shoulders jumping as his hot fingers teased her beautiful nipples while simultaneously pumping her full of his fingers.

Crypian stepped away from me, shrugging my hand off and pulling Willow closer to his side, shielding her with his body. "She is not my mate," Crypian yelled at his mother and she flinched back in surprise. My breath hitched. "What? Crypian–” "That's prince to you." he spat, looking down at me with hatred. "I was blinded by the heat of the moment, by the scent of a desperate Omega. But now that the light has truly fallen upon the situation, I see the truth. The Goddess would never tie a Prince to something so... Ordinary."