Aztec Princesses Novels & Stories

However, the Death Princess, who had a higher body count under her name, didn’t look like she belonged to the underworld. Zen stared at the Death princess for a very long time, and Akiko did the same. Akiko Kanzaki… the name was very much Japanese like his. However, Zen had mixed blood in him, giving him a lighter hair colour than most Asians. In the light, some people claimed that his brown eyes looked green. However, Akiko Kanzaki was very similar to Liu Feng with her long and black hair and obsidian eyes. Correction, eye. She wore an eyepatch over her left eye that made Zen wonder if it was for fashion or to hide an injury. Regardless, she looked like an angel to him, an angel of death. S

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

“ What is the story about , mommy ? “ asked Angelo . “ ……..Once upon a time, in this place , lived a beautiful princess . She had long dark hair and fair eyes . Even though she was the eldest princess , unlike the other princess , she wasn’t treated in a good way . She was often bullied by others . The family had strict rules . Females and males received different education from one another and weren’t allowed to interfere with each other’s classes . “ said Antonio . “ Really ? It was that strict ? But…..why ? “ asked Angelo surprised when hearing him . “ Yes ! It still is , even to this day . Princesses were raised by the family to become outstanding brides to be married off to other more

He has light chocolate skin and bright green eyes, dressed in a toga-like robe, "I am Markus." He raises a hand to touch the royal woman beside him. "This is Gizelda, and next to her are Cyrus, Odysseus and Ferrars." Gizelda has olive skin and black hair, while Cyrus is unusually tall with pale skin and silver hair. Ulysses is slightly tanned with a long black ponytail, which contrasts with Ferrars' light hair and skin. "Hello," I reply, not sure what to do. The small guard nudges me, and as I turn to look at him, he gestures with his hands. I mirror the gesture, which I realize is the one Markus made to me as I entered.

The young woman watched the large property widen before her eyes... It was much bigger than she thought... She had taken the virtual tour of the castle but she didn't know it was so big... In fact she did not know that it was so huge... She held back her mouth but her eyes sparkled so much that she was in awe... And when the car entered the big front door, she felt herself breathing another air, a much purer air than the one of Los Angeles... This role was really a dream... Not only did she become a princess overnight, she had a first class makeover, she got on a private plane and now she was going to meet a king and queen... For real. It was really something she had never dared to hope for.

The chains around my wrists clink against the floor as my back scrapes against the ragged stone. No one was coming to save me, no one knew where I was. Four months ago I was a princess… no, I am a princess, that will never change. Although I don’t feel like one. Chained to the rough rock. The dirt and grime clinging to my skin. I think back to when my life was normal; my father eating breakfast like he does every morning before heading to do his duties.

He had seen how she had cared about her knight guards when she had visited the kingdom during the Spring Festival. From the attire and the jewelry Zaina was wearing, it was evident that she belonged to an aristocratic family. However, she neither had the arrogance the ladies of her caliber had nor did she throw a tantrum whenever things did not go her way. Zaina was as gentle as ever and she even treated her knight guards and maid politely, unlike some who treated them like slaves.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

The only thing that escaped my lips was a desperate plea: “Kiss me.” It was the last thing I said before slipping into a nightmare, and everything went blank. ************** I woke up in a strange room, my mind hazy and disoriented. “Where am I?” I murmured, blinking as I took in my surroundings. The space was beautiful, almost surreal. It was large and airy, like something out of a luxury hotel or a wealthy estate. The walls were painted a soft cream, decorated with abstract art in shades of gold and deep blue. At the center of the room stood the king-sized bed I was sitting on.

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.