Ariel Princess Novels & Stories

“Please. I need something to call you.” “I am Princess Aveline Asteria Laurel of the High Realm,” I whispered. “Daughter of King Rowan Laurel. Wrongly banished. Wrongly condemned. Wrongly cast from my land.” My voice broke. “And I don’t know where I am.” Marek stared at me as if I had spoken a language he only half understood. “You speak like someone from another world,” he said quietly. I swallowed hard. “That is because I am.” Silence settled between us. He watched me intently, eyes flickering with calculation and caution.

While I was sorting out the pages, I suddenly read the name Arie, so I tried to read it out of curiosity. It was a tale about one of the twin goddesses named Arie. She was born with both the power of the sun and the moon within her, despite being the daughter of Lev, the minor god bearing the power of the sun. There were tales stating that she and Ayla were both children of Sephtis when he pretended to be Lev before he was sent to the Abyss. It is due to the fact that they both possess the insignia of the moon on their foreheads. However, she also possesses the insignia of the sun, and her appearance is clearly a replica of that of the first ruler.

He let out a frustrated breath as he adjusted himself below me. “Enter.” He growled. The door flew open revealing a frazzled-looking Elijah. “Alpha, the girl is ready to see you.” He said, then he bowed his head at me. What girl? “Let her in,” Azriel commanded and Elijah nodded. He left then seconds later, he brought a girl around my age with him. “What's her name?” Azriel asked. “Rachel, Alpha.” She bowed her head. “Babe,” Azriel said, turning to face me, “she's going to be your private aide from now on.”

Children with harder. Kael raises his hand. Signal. Wolves relax. Slightly. They recognize him. But they look at me. My clothes. My city shoes. My crown that exists only in blood. "Who is she?" A woman steps forward. Tall. Broad. Arms crossed. Mira. "Seraphina Alaric," Kael says. "Princess. Candidate. My—" He pauses. Word sticks. "Partner." Mira looks me up and down. Slow. Judging. "She does not look like Princess."

Aiden sighed frustratingly “Ryan..Will you stop admiring her beauty and help me lift her into the car, Gosh..you are so annoying” Aiden snapped “Fine…ok..let’s take her in… *********** Smiling mischievously, Ariel walked down the corridor of a glamorous mansion. Her hair was perfectly designed and her cloth, filled with colourful embroideries, making her looks like a princess. She walked further to the balcony, in order to behold the beautiful sight of the city, crammed with lovely people.

I looked at her sharply as I walked. If the sharp look was just deadly, we are both suffering now because no one wants to be defeated by the bad look. What is Haya Kaira doing here? "So, it's true," she began as it stopped in front of me. She did not let the two servants to be with her. I remained standing and bravely faced her. "You are indeed Princess Amity hiding behind the persona of Zariya in the Kingdom of Norland. You are the deceitful Princess."

I say, changing my mind. That seems to appease Alessia. We walk back to the parking area. However, as soon as we reach, a man comes running to Alessia. “Princess, please come with me. Alpha Azriel had suddenly attacked Alpha Aiden and isn’t stopping. Please come with us or he might kill alpha Aiden.”

Clarice asks, her concern shinning in those light brown eyes of hers. “I am not sure.” I whisper back, giving her what I hope is a reassuring smile. I rushed into this life as Princess Allisara Nimair of the Kingdom of Nimairene without thinking twice. I was angry at what I had lost that I did not stop to think what I would loose. Taking a deep breath, I turn to head back into the Palace and pause. Sky stands in the door way, his emerald eyes boring into my violet ones. Without a second thought, I walk into his arms and cry.

She's alive" He added, waiting for a reply, but there was silence on the other end. "She's somewhere in B City...Ariel is alive" Magnus added. And then his phone beeped, She had disconnected the call. Smirking evil, he wiped an imaginary drool from the corner of his lips. Gray mansion... "Oh my, madam shouldn't be doing this" Yara said, feeling a bit embarrassed. Their madam was really too kind, helping them do some chores at home. Even when they kindly rejected her help, she would still insist until they couldn't reject anymore. Madam was kind and humble. She didn't bully them, unlike the madams of other elite families. Some of them would throw their weights around, asking the maids to wash

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.