Alicorn Princesses Novels & Stories

so here I am flowering and nourishing like I would have never been , soon i will see this world that was taken away from me , and i shall get out of my cage . I am Muons Alyas, the last seed of the uprising Alta kingdom.​

The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago. My breath hitched. "Karen? What are you doing here? Where is Sera?" A sneer twisted her beautiful face. "I'm a Grant, too, Macro. Don't you think I'm a better choice? This way, you don't have to break the engagement, and you can get rid of my troublemaking sister for good." "The engagement is with Sera! Where is she?!" Karen's smile vanished, replaced with a smirk. "She left. Took a fat check from my father and sold her place to me. Just like her, right? All she cares about is money. She never cared about you."

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

"So what? The prince said he would protect me. Even if I killed a little wench like you, nothing would happen to me. I am the woman the prince married. What can a mere merchant's daughter use to fight me?" Lydia tore my clothes completely open as everyone watched. Lydia picked up a quill and walked toward me with a provocative smile as my maids and senior attendants desperately tried to stop her. "What a beautiful figure. What a pity it has to be marked with the word harlot. This is a special alchemical ink that won't fade. You better remember this humiliation well, you fake princess. Don't seduce men you should never covet again!" I gritted my teeth and glared at Lydia. Just as she was abou

"But why is she out there now? If she's so important, shouldn’t she be here, where it’s safe?" "Because her gift makes her safer out there than in here," I replied, taking her hands in mine. "Alisa’s ability allows her to move in ways no one else can. She can gather information, sabotage plans, and disappear before anyone realizes she was there. She’s the kingdom's invisible protector. But even with her powers, it’s a dangerous life. Her role is important. She was the one who informed me about your predicament. I wouldn’t have been able to save you if not for her."

"One of you will have the honor of sharing the Alpha King's bed tonight." He starts walking past all of us, and inspects all our faces. He hasn't reached me yet, but I know that he won't choose me. Not with the plain face I'm using to disguise myself. I glance at Alice, who's standing on my left. She looks at me with fear, and I understand why. The slave supervisor is looking for the best option for the Alpha King, and nobody can deny that Alice is absolutely stunning. Her hair is dark, and her eyes are dark and framed with dark lashes. Her lips are rosy and beautifully shaped, and her nose is small. Like a button.

" The woman didn't understand what nonsense Woody was talking about. She was a mysterious power hidden within the ring. The ring was just an object, but she was alive! Of course they were different! "You—" The woman seemed to be infuriated. "What's the point of asking all these useless questions? Alright, alright. I'll tell you then! "Listen, I'm the Princess of the Epochal Realm, Alexia Popp. I'm destined to inherit the throne. "Among the realms beyond heaven, the Epochal Realm is the most supreme land of all! Meanwhile, I'm the Princess and the paramount of the Epochal Realm. Now you understand how amazing I am, don't you?

"My dear, you are special, you are all the things you say you are but this is Lycaronia, you are no longer a princess here. You can't compete with Hera in her own territory." "I beg to differ, but am the princess of an entire kingdom—granted, I may not be one here, but that doesn't dispute the fact that royal blood flows through my veins, and being a slave won't change that." I countered. "Hera is no princess, she doesn't have the birthright that I gave; she's a mere runt. I will show her what it truly means to be a princess." Dahlia's amusement cleared and she raised a brow, "Oh, I see."

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.