Novel & Cerita A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance

It’s like runes, only they are glowing around his hand and arm in a golden colour. ‘I have no idea what it is either.’ He replies to my unanswered question. I’m about to answer him when someone rises from their seat and clears their throat. “Before the king accepts his chosen, I fear that a grave mistake has been made… The Lycan Princess is the niece of the Deimos Prince… an enemy of Helios. Are you certain by taking someone who is a descendant of the Deimos line that you will not make our God turn away from us?” she asks quietly, raising an eyebrow as she looks around the hall.

It would only bring overly good news or overly heart-breaking news. I pulled the paper out after a few seconds and I unfolded it. It was blank. I quickly brought my thumb to my mouth, biting into it until I tasted the blood. I brought the thumb down to the paper until it was kissed by a drop of my blood. Words suddenly appeared. The vampire royal couple left nothing to chance. Dear Princess Zisealer of the Dragon People, first daughter of King Zahhak. We write this letter in great sadness to inform you that….

The manipulative Princess Grace was the spider at the center, weaving deception with flawless precision along side my uncle the acting king . I clenched my fists, feeling the tension pulse through every muscle. I would not fail. I would not repeat the mistakes of my father who failed to protect my mother . I would protect Princess Victoria, not because she was naïve, not because she believed in fairy tales, but because she was human and vulnerable because the world had a way of devouring innocence when cunning ruled. Beneath it all, a silent vow formed, cold and unyielding: I would reclaim control. I would reveal the truth just yet, but soon I will and when that time came, those who had unde

She wore a calm smile until her eyes caught my distressed face. “Valerie, dear,” she said, her voice gentle. “What has you pacing like this? And where is Lucien?” I inhaled deeply and forced a sweet smile. Believe me when I say... venom sat quietly beneath that smile that curled up on my lips. “It’s Seraphina, Your Majesty. I fear she has bewitched the Prince. He’s not himself.” The Queen’s smile faded. “Bewitched?”

But she keeps her composure and continues with her story. "Generations later, this curse manifested in two brothers - Enzo and Valerian, princes meant to rule together. But Valerian's jealousy and the whispered promises of conspirators turned brother against brother. Enzo was exiled on false charges, while Valerian seized the throne and claimed Enzo's mate, Minerva, as his own queen." Her eyes grow distant with sorrow. "Minerva bore a daughter - Myra - but the child carried an undeniable power. Though Valerian raised her as his own, the truth of her parentage was written in her very soul. She was Enzo's daughter, born into a world built on lies."

"You... you would have gotten arrested if he died." I stared at her, my chest tightening. She'd thrown herself in front of a bullet because it was her job at that moment to keep the prince alive. To keep me out of jail. It made me wonder who she really was. Valencia Nightingale of Heledir. A princess who was willing to die for the prince of a kingdom who had conquered hers. A kingdom who stole their military secrets and used it to annihilate the royal family. Leaving just her alive. With barely a fragment of her former status—degraded to nothing but a hostage princess to a Prime Minister.

You came for the record. Elara’s heart dropped. The Ledger of Cinder wasn't a vial of air. It was a book. It was the master list of every soul Korth had ever collected, containing the secret locations of where the bodies were buried and the bloodlines they left behind. If someone had that book, they could find the heirs to every fallen kingdom in the world. They could start a hundred wars with a single page. "The Prince doesn't just want Oakhaven," Elara realized, her voice trembling with anger. "He wants the world."

“They will all be mine. I will tear down everything you hold dear, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but ashes and despair.” A flicker of rage surges within me, an ember ignited by his audacious claim. I refuse to let his words erode my resolve. “You will never lay a hand on Princess Golder,” I retort, my voice tinged with a lethal edge. “She is not a possession to be claimed. She is a warrior, a force that will stand beside me in this battle. Together, we will overcome every obstacle you place in our path.”

The girl threw him a glance before lifting her head at me, standing in all mighty. "A pleasant day to our guest, you are currently at Vandelia Empire where Vandelions reign, and you're at Vandelia Palace to be exact where Vandelia royalties live. I am the only Princess here. You may call me Princess Divine," she tucked her hair on the side of her ears and smiled sweetly. I shivered. Her smile is sweet but her eyes say otherwise. Two male vampires appeared in front too. "Second Prince. Prince Delfin," a guy whose all smiles said.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.