Ariel Princess Novels & Stories

Through the air, she caught hold of the distant words of Temple, “We can begin by checking the boys' rooms.” Elaine walked slowly to the corridor until she knew she was out of their sight, and then she started running. Bounding up the spiral staircase, every possible punishment for stealing the book ran through her mind. Maybe they would burn the magic right out of her, or maybe they’d torture Andrew until he talked. The reality hit Elaine so hard that she stilled at the top of the stairwell of the North corridor, clutching the handrail in the painful realization that if the royal guards found the book, she would certainly be dead. When Andrew would find out and try to stop it, he’d end up d

A punishment for daring to touch the queen of demons. "My name is Arianna "I touched in a deep and ethereal tone, levitating a few centimeters from the ground, with shadows of power spiraling around me, like supernatural tendrils. "I am the princess of the storm, receiver of Lilith, daughter of Lucifer, and queen of hell. And I will not fear, nor will I bow to any man, whoever the hell he is.”

“I won’t ever ride one again. It’s scary. I only tried it once when Jayden took me to Rovenshire a few weeks back.” The prince sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “Fine!” He finally agreed, but the two men shared clandestine glances when the princess mentioned her first time riding a wisp-sprite. Princess Ariah was known to be the best young spirit horse rider. And even if she claimed to have lost her memory, her body instinct should take control. It should remember its skills on its own.

What did that mean for them, for their future, and for everything they had fought to build together? Ryan stepped closer, his voice quiet and meant only for her. “What happens now?” Aria looked at him first, then at the kings, then across the crowd, and finally toward the wider world that had feared and hunted her for so long. Her answer came with profound calm. “No more running.” She paused, then delivered the final declaration of her rebirth. It marked the end of the old Aria and the beginning of the Sovereign.

***** Ariel was at the palace of Wolfe Crimson, using her eyes to check out every servant that passed her hoping to see Royal, but didn't. She walked up to meet one of the royal palace guards who was standing alone and greeted him. "What can I do for you young miss?" The guard asked. He hasn't seen the servant before. "I am here to see Tlyer." Ariel responded. "And what business do you have with the Prince?" The guard asked. "He told me to come." Ariel lied. "Well just tell him Ariel is here to see him and you will see him rushing out to meet me." She added.

His steel armor reflects the sunlight as he shifts his weight, causing me to squint. “Ah, where are my manners?” Riol asks with a laugh, raising his hand toward the stranger, “This is Jaron, he is assisting me on my mission. Which is why I’m here.” My brows furrow, “Why? What’s happened?” The first thing that comes to mind is goblins, but surely none could have slipped by us. “It’s Princess Irellia, she’s run off,” he tells me, while Jaron seems to mope as he eyes the ground with slumped shoulders.

I was determined. "Ok, I will help you in your revenge. You will get your pack again. But you stay with me in my pack. In my pack you will be saved" he said to me. "But that beast must follow me, I am pretty sure" I was stunned. "You change your identity, you will hide from everyone that you are Princess Ariel, you use Sam as your name and live an ordinary she-wolf. No one touches you even Gulther." Danius is a strong Alpha King with vampire qualities because his mother was Vampire. That is why Danius Clive is undefeatable.

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.

Aerial states rather loudly, "would you be so kind as to escort me back to my husband? I am a disgrace with memorizing hallways." I am offering her my arm to hold and escort her back to the party in a heartbeat. She had been my guardian angel. Hadn't she intervened when she did, I would probably have started a war with the filthy personality dragon princess. Mrs. Aerial also made sure to speak aloud, making it known to the presumptuous princess I am not just a regular peasant; I have royal blood.

"You know Ariel right?" "Yes, she's the first daughter of Jobe Asika. From what I've gathered over the years, she's a beautiful young woman with fair skin and noble character. She's submissive as she would only do as she's told and wouldn't get in your way. Also, she's past the mating age, so she's ripe for the picking. But it was rumoured years back she battled acute-"