13 Ghosts The Angry Princess Full Body Novels & Stories

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

But then she quickly righted herself. Her cheek throbbed with pain and she ignored it as she angrily charged back into the fight. It would be such a pain to deal with and she would have to spend the night de-swelling and putting ointment on her face. Furious, Aurora sent a strike to their diaphragm and when they wheezed in pain and she kicked their chest and they fell to the ground. Once they laid there for more than ten seconds it was their loss and Aurora had won. Chelly cheered for her in the crowd and clapped his hands in excitement. She smiled, even though her face was covered. She wore a mask that was pulled up from her neck and it went over her nose. She liked how mysterious it made h

Austin shrugged, "Just to tell me you weren't dead" "I didn't make you my life mission," she scoffed. "So what is it witch, I need to go to class." Tasha gasped, "you did not just call me a witch." His eyes shot back, indicating he had no intention to take it back. "Well, I'll let that slide just because I need your help" "Whatever," Austin rolled his eyes in discomfort, being under the sun for that long was already getting to him. "Just state what it is you want. I do not know if ghosts feel things, but this sun is competing with hell, so be fast"

Pulling the reins, we galloped through the valleys and rocky roads. As we got deeper into the valleys, the screaming sounds of dead souls increased. Not to mention some where dead souls of Knights and horses who started chasing her are from back. " They are larger in number. I can't waste my mana on them because more danger is yet to arrive," Martina informed as she increased her speed. " Leave it to us," Xavier and I unsheathed our swords and continuously slashed off the approaching ghosts. It was strange because the ghosts were said to have no bodies.

A deathly aura surged out as soon as the ruler of hell appeared, enveloping Angie. The old woman widened her eyes in terror, struggling with all her might. However, the ruler of hell had already reached its hands out, entering her body before retracting. A pale, ghostly figure seemed to be slowly pulled out of Angie's body. Angie looked nothing but terrified, letting out a feeble wail. "How! How were you able to use Corpse Condemnation?" Yet just as the words left her lips, Angie keeled over lifelessly. Corpse Condemnation was a Higher Order spell.

“Perhaps the witch we were tracking today was there. That would explain why she wasn’t home.” Belle frowned, leaving Layke’s side, sitting beside her friends. “Perhaps.” Layke narrowed his eyes at her, instantly missing her closeness. God damn mark. Before anyone could raise any further questions, the door to Layke’s office swung open and Prince Henrie marched in. His auburn hair was scrapped back, frown lines creasing his face. He appeared stressed, but not as stressed as one should be when their entire kingdom was just attacked. Prince Henrie stepped to the side, allowing a petite raven-haired woman to step aside him. Belle and Immi instantly stood to their feet, cautious over the woman wh

another girl shrieked, spinning around in the darkness. Maria reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against her shoulder. “Shh… it’s just me.” The girl’s eyes went wide, and she screamed, flailing in a desperate attempt to escape, but Maria sidestepped effortlessly, using a quick sweep to trip her, sending her crashing down with a loud thud. “Who’s doing this?” one of the remaining girls cried, her voice a frantic squeak. Maria chuckled under her breath. “Fir stinking witches like you I am a ghost. Just a friendly spirit, here to return a few… Favors."

Christian is outsmarting her. "That's where you got it wrong, because my body is from Aldovia." She lies. "The more you speak, the more you lie." Christian laughed. "I think I am interested in your lies; it keeps me more engaged." Christian indirectly called her an entertainer. "I am now an entertainer, aren't I?" Bianca, replied sadly. "That's what you are indirectly." Christian answered and had to sip from his mug of coffee. "You are such a handsome young man." Bianca touched his shoulder just as she was about to touch his manhood; Christian slapped her face.

From behind their wall of love and concern, she looked back at me with a flicker of triumph. I almost laughed. Once, I would have cried, begging them to listen. But not anymore. “You want to see temper?” My lips curved, sharp as broken glass. “This is temper.” I seized the silk-draped tablecloth and yanked. Crystal shattered. Plates crashed. Scarlet wine bled across the marble floor. The room froze. Papa’s roar shook the chandeliers. “Get out, Isabella! You’re nothing but a disgrace—” I laughed in his face, high heels snapping like gunshots against the marble as I walked away.

The library door didn’t just open; it was vaporized. A mass of black fur, muscle, and white-lightning energy slammed into the room. It wasn’t a man. It wasn’t even the Alpha I knew. It was a prehistoric force of nature. Girard, in his full Apex form, stood seven feet tall, his eyes glowing a blinding, celestial white that cut through the darkness of the room. The Ghost didn’t even have time to scream. Girard moved so fast the air cracked. One moment the Ghost was holding me; the next, he was being driven through the stone wall and out into the open air of the cliffside.