Aztec Princesses Novels & Stories

With a face so pale and a body beautifully curved she looked like an angel which had descended from heaven. 'Seems Zillah really took after her.' The second queen was called Sasha Florien, a woman endowed with beautiful golden hair which rivaled the King's and sharp amber eyes that could stop a person's every action with a simple gaze. The first queen Clara had five children, the first, Keven, a prince who vied for the throne, the second, Orinda, a prince who had devoted his life to worship as a priest, the third, Rosaline, a princess who escaped with her powers of nature in a bid to become one with it as an agriculturist and a florist, the fourth, Zillah, a wild princess who did whatever sh

That statement confused Nazima and Zane who were with her as she spoke with the seers. “What do you mean she is not complete? She is a Naga through and through. Born of king Calem and queen Lisandra. She is the true princess, and I can vouch for that.” Zane asked before Nazima could gather her thoughts, she did not know what these seers were trying to say. Was she not the true princess?

Seeing this look of her, a weak-hearted person could lose his life just from fear. While Azalias was fighting with Ausar, the princess woke up from the commotion, she was dumbfounded at first. When she realized what happened last night, her face lost all colors. She preserved her chastity all these years, she was offered as the concubine to The Young Eladrin Chief before she had even been born. The Young Eladrin Chief tried so many times to get her soon, he fawned, used many underhand techniques but couldn't budge her at all, he had to wait still now to get his rightful concubine, yet this damned man tarnished her in a night! Her body started to shiver from anger, she was so angry that her h

Zain asked, looking through the contracts she had signed. I turned towards him and slid my hands in my pockets. “No, I didn’t, but it was fun to see her all tousled up, eh?” He shook his head, and his smile broke into a grin when the tiny feet pattered into the room. It was hard to keep my grin at bay seeing the dark curls of little Aya, Princess of Azmia, and the only person who could woo and melt the hearts of everyone in The Golden Palace.

The Presentation Year of the Roses Floral Season Lysia's bedroom Altsas Lyza THE GIRL THAT STARES BACK from the shiny surface of the mirror is plain. Behind her is the maid that gently combs her coily tresses into submission. I'm the plain girl staring back from the shiny surface of the mirror. I'm the only unattractive and undesirable princess. I'm the unpaired, unmarried princess of Altsas. I'm the albino daughter of King Tus III. I'm the little sister of Prince Kyan. I'm Princess Lyza.

That's when I knew something was seriously wrong. As soon as I began to show I was moved here to a weird temple with Aztec writtings and markings. I only knew that it was Aztec from the strange woman who tended to me. She called herself a tlamatlquiticitl apparently a word that in ancient language meant woman and healer combined. She did strange rituals over and over around me praying to gods I didn't know. The name she chanted and mumbled was Tlazolteotl who she informed me was the Aztec goddess associated with childbirth and purification. Her name was Izel and I simply called her by that when I needed help or when we briefly chatted, but there was nothing warm about her. She was dressed in

the queen said. Axel frowned. “She is Iris, the princess of the third most powerful kingdom, Azuria,” she added, smirking. “I am delighted to meet you, my lady.” Nathan gently bowed to the young woman. Leon followed after him. Axel just stared at her. She had long black hair up to the buttocks that framed a small round face and dark brown eyes shaped like almonds. Her dress traced perfectly her slim body. She was beautiful from head to toe, worthy of a real princess. She had everything a king needed; beauty, fortune, a kingdom and connections all over the world. She looked perfect and he hated her for this reason.

“She submitted an appeal instead of defying the ruling.” “That does not make her obedient,” another argued. “No,” Kael agreed. “It makes her disciplined.” That word lingered. The clan leader leaned back. “Her data is… thorough.” “She listed sixty-three herbs she has assisted with,” an elder said reluctantly. “Including three we import.” “And noted wastage reduction,” another added. “Margins improved.” The room grew quieter. “She is still an omega,” someone insisted, weaker now. Kael’s voice was calm. “She is a resource you are choosing not to classify.”

These leaders, imbued with the goddess's power, were tasked with maintaining order and protecting magic from the corruption that Salazan could unleash. However, Salazan craved the power that had been taken from him by the goddess. In an act of cunning and greed, he used the fragments of his remaining magic to create an ancient wolf named Prata. This creature was one of the goddess's most beautiful creations, its white fur glistening with a silvery sheen at the tips, reflecting the purity that still remained in its heart.

' I cried inwardly. "Prince Landon would select the princess I choose for him," Queen Athena said as she stirred her son to face the guests. "12 beautiful princesses with Lycan blood running through their veins would be ushered into my palace, and they would compete for my son’s heart. There is no-one better than a Lycan princess, and my son understands the fact. "