A Monster Hunter Becomes A Princess Novels & Stories

A growing acceptance that this connection between us was here to stay. I walked beside him with my head high. The chains were gone. My power stirred stronger than ever. This bond had changed us both. The monster and his prey were becoming something far more dangerous together. And the world outside these walls would soon learn what that meant.

She said rubbing circles on my hand. I pulled away from her. "Of course he loves me I'm his mate and his wife. How could you even question that?" I spat at her my tears no longer sad ones. "Well he was engaged to a Princess before you because his parents needed their forces to keep the whole of the northern border safe from us." She said with a hint of spite in her voice. "Besides you are a bloodmoon baby that means you are no ordinary wolf. You are a royal as well which means as a blood moon princess you can chose your mate. You could even have multiple if you wanted too. But you have chosen a mate and he's marked you which means you wouldn't be able to take advantage of this gift without p

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

"How to be the best hunter you can be" was the first words Rebecca read in that booklet and she felt hooked to it instantly. "Its not about who you are, your gender, where you came from, everyone in the world is unique therefore evey passing hunter or huntress will bare his or her own unique traits, making you dangerous in your own right" Rebecca thought of her strengths, she's a hybrid right? But she barely knew any of it, focusing most of her life to be a human she never learned to be what she really is.

She looks like her heart is trying to claw its way out of her chest. “My mate is a rogue. This wasn't ment to happen,” she sobs, voice breaking. “Then they took him like he’s, like he’s a monster.” I inhale slowly. Not as Abby, not as the girl who used to shrink and apologize and beg people to be kind. As the thing the palace insists I am now. Princess. I lift my chin and keep my voice steady, measured, royal enough to be heard, cold enough to be safe. “He is a monster,” I say.

"Interesting choice. How about we tell a story about a brave princess who doesn't fight the monster, but instead befriends it?" Chloe's brow furrowed in concentration. "Befriends it?" "Yes," I explained, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "This princess discovers that the monster isn't so bad after all. Maybe it's just lonely or misunderstood." A spark of curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me about the princess." And so, I weaved a tale of a kind princess who reached out to a misunderstood dragon, eventually earning its trust and friendship. My voice softened as I spoke.

Her eyes flashed, pain cutting through them as she snarled at me. “Relax?” Harley snapped, her voice cracking. “How can I relax? Everything is ruined, Carlos! You marked me. You turned me into this!” She left her hideout and stumbled toward the pond, staring at her reflection. Tears shimmered in her golden eyes as her shoulders shook. “I’m a monster,” she whimpered. “Ugly and terrible.” I moved closer instantly. “No, Princess. You are not a monster.” I said firmly. “Never.” My words failed to convince her as she shook her head violently. “You’re lying, Carlos. I am a monster now. I will stay like this forever!”

Thus, when the Grae came across this interesting individual, they took great interest in her right away. However, one day, the princess fell in a disadvantageous fight and suffered a great injury, with no means to preserve her life, the Grae knew that it would only take a matter of time before she would breathe her last. At last, the guardians reckoned that letting such rare talent die under their watch would be a great loss, so they stepped in to help her. Thus, the birth of the Petrifying Monster. In return, the princess now no different from a Gorgon, entrusted the location of her lair to the siblings. Only with their eyes could one find their way to her home. This only goes to say how th

One hideous monster was the same as any other, she supposed. “I’m a…princess, my name is Princess Letecia,” she said, trying anything to scare him. “You have to…let me go.” Like the caveman he was, the giant creature continued to drag her through the dirt. Twigs and rocks scratched at her scabbed back, and she winced. Soon her robe was in tatters and tears burned her eyes. She tried again, even as the fog migrated to her mind. “My mother…queen…will kill—”

Since then, we had embarked on a long, painful journey to conceive. To get an heir, he put aside his Alpha pride and sought out every remedy. He drank bitter herbal concoctions daily, and his back was covered in needle marks from the Healer's acupuncture treatments. Every time we failed to sense a wolf soul during the full moon, he would hold me with red eyes, apologizing over and over again. His mother, the former Luna, even knelt before the Moon Goddess's temple for three days and nights, begging for a blessing. The night we finally conceived through an ancient ritual, the usually stern and stoic Kael held me and cried like a helpless child.