Ariel Princess Novels & Stories

“What… does that mean? You said--” The woman reached for her hood, and my heart lurched. The face that had looked at me in that hazy dream when I was in the cave was looking at me. Her face looked so much like my mother’s in the painting, but there were several differences that told me that she wasn’t. She was a relative of some sort. “Who… are you?’ “If you’d like the formality, I am Raven, the second princess of the United Vampire Covens.” She said with a small smirk. “I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.”

The people gave way until he reached the front of the crowd. The priest washed his hand in a clean bowl of water and said,“ O Goddess Selene, bestow purity to thy hand, so it shall be cleansed from all enormity”, After saying his prayers, he finally turned to face Amaria. “ Amaria, That is your name, isn't it?” He asked. “ Let us go” Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work.

She was no longer a Princess, and it would have done her well if all of them remembered that. "All hail, Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of the House of Zauarn," Jamim bowed, "and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth. I trust you are in good health, and spirits?" "Gods, Jamim. Surely you don't talk like this with your human neighbors?" Aelanor rolled her eyes, "They would not have an ounce of doubt as to your insanity, or indict you as a foreign spy. "I have my orders from the Queen that I would not let the men know of my truth, so if it pleases my Princess, I'm mad as hops to meet ya!" Jamim boomed.

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

“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.

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.

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.