A Monster Hunter Becomes A Princess Novels & Stories

exclaimed Sasha, nearly leaping out of her seat. "You know them?" innocently asked Luna as Sasha whipped her head toward the shorter girl, an expression of incredulousness displayed on her face. "How can you not know about them!? They're like super famous that even a village girl like me knows about them! That's Prince Zain, aka, the prodigy warrior prince, whose skills are unrivaled, not to mention his nickname is Dungeon Prince, Bearer of three Mysticals. While that girl next to him is the shining crown jewel princess of Rigel, who is spoken highly of across the Starry Galaxy. Praised for not only her selfless character, sense of justice, and intelligence, but of how she was chosen by a St

Princess Aurora and her sister were delighted. The seventeen years old protagonist was in love with a sixteen year old Princess who was already betrothed and in love with a seventeen years old Prince from another kingdom. However, the protagonist would not bug because he wanted the Princess for himself and threatened her by appearing mysteriously at her chamber at night. The first night, the startled Princess attempted to scream at the sight of a monster in her room, but she could not, but she tried harder. When she succeeded to scream, she was surprised that no sound could come out her mouth. It baffled her how the monster was able to beat the security guards that were attached to her chamb

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

The castle was dimly lit while blood stains marked the floors and my shoulder ached with pain. But as I lay in the arms of the Mad King, I knew one thing for certain. The High Council had made a fatal mistake. The Princess who woke up tonight did not return to her domain. They awakened a monster. Dante was going to make them pay with blood.

The air was charged with anticipation as the guests eagerly awaited the arrival of Princess Hera. I stood at the entrance of the grand hall, wearing attire that blended werewolf and vampire elements—a symbol of the harmonious future we envisioned. My eyes scanned the room, and when Hera entered, the breath caught in my throat. She was a vision of elegance in a gown that seamlessly combined werewolf and vampire aesthetics. "I," I thought, my heart swelling with pride, "am the luckiest alpha to have such a stunning and compassionate princess by my side." Hera's eyes met mine, a radiant smile playing on her lips. The shared territory had become a reality, and this celebration marked the beginni

"I was taken prisoner by the Dessert Moon Pack after they annihilated my clan. I didn’t know why they did that. They take women from my pack and sell them to scary people. And that’s how I got into Alpha Hunter’s convoy. I was gifted to him, thinking that they could use me as a good breeder for him. Monica's story stoked the anger I already felt against Alpha Hunter. "Monsters!" I snarled as I glared at the green horizon in front of me. Monica stayed silent, rocking herself back and forth as if comforting herself from the pain that she was suffering. I bit my lower lip hard as my throat tightened, and yet I refused to break in front of her. I have to be strong. "I believe as long as we stay

Ignoring the blurriness in her vision. The man simply stares at her as if taunting her to make a move. Challenging her to make the next move. Sienna sends me a quick glance and I see the bloodlust in her eyes. This is no longer the kind and gentle Stone Princess. This is the making of a monster. A monster that Hunter himself created. A monster that only Hunter would be able to put a stop to. I watch on in fear as to what's about to happen.

She's no way to be affiliated with it, and here she is lost and only to be found as she keep her truest to the deepest. “The hunters isn't that true to begin with, Cynthia,” the grandma explain. “You can't force yourself to be good to everything. You are yourself, but you can do better than hurting one's another and possess what isn't yours. Do you understand what the purpose of the hunters?” Cynthia nodded. Her attire is unsighty as it is soak with blood, yet she look to be shining and shimmering like a princess. She smile a bit and bitten her lip as she said, looking back to the borders, “I know what I'm gonna do with this monsters. Sect leader, bless me with your guidance and I'll ends wh

Such was her penance to end the monster. Her body was burnt instead of getting buried and with the bones obtained a weapon was made, cleaned and brought out from the holy waters of the river Thanes. The tool became sacred and powerful like an instrument to worship a deity because it is imbibed from the determination and courage of the princess to finish the beast. Amara was about to read further but suddenly the complete picture went on fire followed by the vicious roar of the monster.

the Princess nonchalantly commented before she nudged her horse away, dismissing the creature just as quick it had caught her attention. Sir Adam was unsure what to say of her dismissive, almost uncaring attitude–the Princess, though he was unknowing as of why she picked on the strange little monsters ever since he knew her, was usually enthusiastic with her kills… at least her energy (or should he call it bloodlust?) still remains. Is that a good or a bad thing? As usual, the Princess shot down all the creatures that managed to catch her eye and exterminate them before he could even notice their presence and when she ran out of arrows, she slammed the crossbow straight on a frog-like creatu