Ariel Princess Novels & Stories

THE STIFF BONE OF MY CORSET DUG INTO MY SIDES stifling my breath as the carriage galloped across pebbles on the road. “Just breathe. Everything will be fine,” Kezira smiled at me reassuringly. But everything was far from fine. I am the shadow princess. Revered and feared across the three kingdoms for my fighting skills and yet, here I am. On my way to Revillon. Collins would laugh if he could see me now. Powerful Princess Arielle, reduced to Lady Marissa. Nothing more than an air-headed noble lady of the Revillon court.

But, she hated it. She hated the tightness of it around her chest and how her breasts spilled out of the bodice, surely to please whoever's eyes beheld her. Williams', since he was the only one who was let in to visit her, except for the maids who came to scrub at her and torture her hair and skin, until she was presentable enough for their lord. Ariel hated the princess treatment and she swore she would fry the balls of any man who subjected her to it again. An empty threat, it was, considering she couldn't even so much as lift a finger in the room or raise her voice. They would not hesitate to tie her to the bedpost if she so much as made a sound. She peered down the window. The distance o

Ariel also kissed her cheek. "You are also very beautiful, like a princess," Ariel answered in a baby voice, making Eleana awed. "Her name is also a princess. We call her princess at home." Ayden suddenly replied, making Eleana stunned. He wasn't the usual coaxing type of man. Ariel's eyes went wide as she heard him. "Really?" She asked, looking for confirmation from Ayden who nodded at her. "Look daddy, she's also a princess like me. Can I take a picture with her please?" Ariel asked, turning to her father who looked at Eleana for permission. Eleana nodded with a smile.

“Your mother, our grandmother, Esmeralda, is a princess from Country S. Your father, Julio, was a world-renowned artist, but guess what? Your grandfather, Leonardo Valtieri, is now the newly crowned King of Country S!” Aria stared at them forgetting to blink. This sounded like a fairytale! Arlyle adjusted his glasses. “So, technically, you’re a crown princess.” Silence. Aria pressed her fingers to her temple. First, she was a legendary hacker, then a divine doctor, and now, this?!

"We had truly hoped you might be our reincarnated goddess. But it seems... you are not." Her grip tightened slightly before she let go. "We can only hope that whatever plan the Prophetess, the generals, and His Highness are devising will succeed. If the real soul of Goddess Athena can return to her body, she might save us before the spirits of sin spiral completely out of control." With that, she stood up and began to leave. But just as she reached the door, she turned abruptly and rushed back, her expression urgent. "Princess Ariel is coming!" My heart skipped a beat. I didn't need further explanation. I immediately slipped beneath the covers and pretended to be asleep, knowing the little p

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.

"That little kid who fell in the water... that was you?!" The tips of Alexander's ears flushed. "Yes." "I've been looking for you for ten years." Sophia suddenly laughed. "But you were only twelve then, and I was sixteen. I'm four years older than you." She raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't even had my first crush, and you were already in love?" Alexander looked at her, his gaze clear and earnest. "Princess, do you want the truth?" "Go on." "Because you were like an angel," he said softly. "You saved me, and you were so gentle. You made me believe there was still light in the world."

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

I spun around to take a look at the intruder, he was dressed in an all-black tux with his black hair covering his forehead, he was about six feet seven and had this aura that caused a shiver to run down your spine. His mask looked simple to look at but if one looked closely one would find out that it wasn’t just a simple mask. It gave off that enchanted vibe. I squinted at the fact that the stranger was no ordinary man, still, I don't care. I smiled politely at him before declining the offer. I was here for more important things and dancing with a stranger wasn’t part of it. The guy leaned in and I could feel his breath on my ears, I was about to turn around and protest when his words caught