Alicorn Princesses Novels & Stories

Gina’s scent lingered on my skin, warm olives and light beneath everything else. All mine. I exhaled sharply, dangerous thinking, but it calmed nevertheless. I may be dragging, enjoying the consistent push and pull, still, every instinct in me had already crossed lines my mind still pretended existed. By the time I reached the western corridor leading toward my chambers, the palace atmosphere had changed again. The servants moved faster, and the guards stood straighter. Some office nobles whispered in clusters like crows sensing incoming death. Princess Lena’s arrival always created turbulence; she is the daughter of Alpha Lucien Vale, a powerful bloodline with a fierce influence that could

Nordin comes up from behind her, and he lifts his hands to fit a small, white gold circlet on Alcina’s head, gleaming with inlaid diamonds. Alcina looks at her brother. “The headpiece is a little gift from us to you,” Alfred’s voice draws Alcina’s attention to the doorway, where he stands. Nordin, bearing a gentler smile than he’d ever given, smooths away a lock of hair from Alcina’s face. “It is to remind you that you may be Lord Brendan of House Warner’s wife but that you will always be our little princess.” Alcina’s eyes sting. Little princess, they’d called her.

****THE NEXT DAY, CRESCENT MOONSTONE PACK COLLEGE**** A cab stopped in front of the school and Elena, Carina together with CeCe came out of it, the driver drove away and they walked into the school, they started walking to their department block and as they did, someone bumped into Elena. "Oh, I'm sorry" the girl said with her head bowed. "It's fine" Elena smiled and the girl bowed again before walking away. "Huh..what's that?" Elena said inwardly and they continued their walk. As they were walking, any person that passes by Elena always bow. "Okay, what's going on?" Elena asked when she couldn't take it anymore. "What do you mean?" Carina asked. "Why is everybody bowing to me?" Elena said.

Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities." Aynyra was wearing some of Rhae's noble clothes, dressed in a floor-length lilac silk dress with flowers embroidered into the bust. Rhae glanced at her in thought as they exited the house and walked through the noble streets. Nobles who passed recognised the Princess and bowed, casting no suspicion to the Amiran guild member walking beside her. However, some waved down guards and pointed her out in the crowd. Rhae recognised the streets were filled with guards, out looking for the declared missingPrincesss. Rhae sped up

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

Exactly what Sidney needs. She walks towards us from her royal throne, tossing her blonde hair out of her face every few seconds, strutting confidently in her five inch high gold pumps. With a skirt about five inches above dress code requirements and a blouse with a few too many buttons undone, she managed to catch the eyes of every boy in the school.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

It was none other than Princess Callista, the daughter of King Gaius. From afar, Alcides observed her movements—the elegance of her gestures, the radiance of her presence. She moved through the palace like a fleeting vision, untouched by the harsh realities that governed his existence. Callista embodied the epitome of Athenian royalty, a stark contrast to the life he now led. Though Alcides was a mere shadow in the vast expanse of the palace, his admiration for the princess grew with each stolen glance. He marveled at her beauty, the way her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and the gracefulness with which she carried herself.

"What do you need, then? Your incompetence is no longer enough." "Two princesses of the witch race are here, genuine." "This will be the first time I will kill a princess." Kratos smiles and starts walking to the reception room being followed by Lacios. Princess Angèle Benoit is the eldest daughter and heir to the sovereignty of witches. She is eighteen years old, her hair is red and her eyes amber. A thin, upturned nose, round face. Her essence is the magic of nature, but thanks to the Blue Belle jewel, passed down from generation to generation, it also has powers of illusion and speed. The witches' race has five princesses, and each one has a jewel, namely: