7 Princess Novels & Stories

They would be together in an unimaginable select list. Astrid of Brussels, Princess of Belgium. Melania Knauss-Trump, First Lady of the United States of America. Catherine Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge. Anak Saleha, Queen consort of Brunei. Rania Al Abdullah, Queen of Jordan. Leticia Ortiz, Queen of Spain. Charlene Wittsotck, Princess of Monaco. Maria Theresa, Grand Duchess of Luxembourg. Mako of Akishino, Princess of Japan. Mary Donaldson, Princess of Denmark.

“Wanna go check?” “Uh… Sure.” I followed my friend, although if I was being honest, I didn’t care much who the king and queen were because I knew that I would never even come close to that title. If anyone ever did vote for me, not including Fiona, it would only be a joke. We approached the gaggle of girls, who were all muttering and giggling as they read the announcement. Fiona pushed her way through them, and I followed. “Of course,” Fiona whispered, pointing. “It only makes sense. How could it ever be anyone else?”

She leans in and places a small kiss to my cheek. The rage coming from the king has me smiling, he never takes his eyes off his daughter. Who at no point changes the uninterested expression on her beautiful face. The queen looks afraid, the tremor in her hand is visible to anyone paying attention. Evanka stands to the left of the Queen looking every bit the Princess she is, except for one thing: her eyes.

The Queen of the Dragon Kingdom has gone on an eternal slumber, after she gave birth to her twelve dragons. "The honourable Twelve Princess of the Dragon Kingdom!" The cheering and applause was so loud than it ever was before. The princesses were the envy of all girls. They are the most prettiest lady in all of the kingdom. And many men wishes to marry the princess to the extent of seeking the favour of the King. "And finally...." The announcer said. "Oh, the prince will come to the competition today." One of the Dragon Princess exclaimed happily "I can't wait to see him fight" Laz said.

"Oh, they'll be fine, Zuu. Just give it some days." She smiles and looks at me. "The princes are every female Noble’s dream. No one has ever said ‘no’ to them. You are the first." I shrug. "They're better off without me." And I mean those words in a literal sense.

The pumas snarled, clearly getting the idea of the princess wanting to race with them as they sprinted into a fast dash until they overtaken the little princess. ~~~ It was until mid afternoon when the princess emerged out from the forest with the two wild pumas on her sides. Her smiles were as wide that it reached her ears upon seeing Shima and Chaerin running her way. “A visitors from the Romania, princess.” Chaerin said in a snarled. Alminah’s happy face was then wiped out upon noticing those chariots from that kingdom and to note it all, they weren’t just a chariot but strong warriors composed it all.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

With a face so pale and a body beautifully curved she looked like an angel which had descended from heaven. 'Seems Zillah really took after her.' The second queen was called Sasha Florien, a woman endowed with beautiful golden hair which rivaled the King's and sharp amber eyes that could stop a person's every action with a simple gaze. The first queen Clara had five children, the first, Keven, a prince who vied for the throne, the second, Orinda, a prince who had devoted his life to worship as a priest, the third, Rosaline, a princess who escaped with her powers of nature in a bid to become one with it as an agriculturist and a florist, the fourth, Zillah, a wild princess who did whatever sh

Together, these ten form the volatile inner circle of Drakonios’s court, each certain the crown—and the dragon king’s immortal heart—should ultimately belong to her alone. She went on, her tone calm but sharp. “They’re all princesses. Born of realms with claws, fangs, or old magic. Witches, fae, werewolves, dragons. Each one is more dangerous than the next.” Elianna’s fingers tightened around the fabric. Seraphina’s expression grew more serious. “Avoid them all, if you can. But most of all—Cassandra.” She said the name like a blade drawn in warning. “She’s the Witch Princess of Obsidia. Beautiful, terrifying, and convinced that the crown is hers. And she… doesn't share well.”

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.