Black And White Princess Novels & Stories

Dea gasped quietly, the drawing was of the ice king, he looked younger, beside him was a female version of the ice prince, the princess sat beside the prince; her face bore feature's similar to the king's As Ochen flipped the pages she saw more drawings of my the ice king... and the black witch. She had black hair like silk and cold obsidian eyes. Her demeanor was black, too; most drawings depicted sour expressions on her face. She wondered how the king didn't realise the witch was evil and felt a pang in her chest as she remembered the broken expression on the king's face upon leaving his son's office. Indeed, the king found the witch was evil; but he deciphered it too late.

There once was a princess that lived on a faraway island. And That island was full of lush green forests, but very little farm land and civilization. The princess's name was Anatonia. She was very beautiful with long wavy chestnut hair that went to her knees, sparkling emerald green eyes with full black lush eyelashes that tipped off her full syrupy brown lips, and a warm tanned skin. Her mother, Queen Amera had jade black hair that reached just about her shoulder blades, warm honey brown hazel eyes with dark full lashes, with pale white skin, and light pink lips. Her father, King Albus, looked much more like his daughter. The same hair and eyes except with redder lips.

Not haHazelNot blue. Gold. I looked like something out of a fiction book. LiAs’d walked straight out of some ancient story people only whispered about. No wonder everyone kept staring at me. Still rattled, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around me. Cassie stood there, smiling like nothing was off. “You look wonderful,” she said warmly. “Here, wear this. The kings have requested your presence for lunch.” She held up a sleek black gown, clearly expecting me to just… go with it.

Two horns bending upwards could be seen on the prince’s head and his eyes were not of human but that of his ancestors, his nose was pointed downwards almost hiding the nostrils and what seemed to be a spike were coming out of his jaw. “My lord,” lord Aizenberg was quick to move, trying to remind the prince of his errors, for seeing their face was only given to those with privileged. Yet the Black Knight waved it off, even smiling at the ladies, it was supposed to be sweet but ended up terrifying as it showed all his sharp teeth, perfectly aligned like that of a beast wanting to eat. That made all the women in the throne room start whispering as some were even unable to move just by seeing th

And I knew, aside from Mrs Carter and Bree, Princess talks to the little boy in Bree’s womb more than the women mentioned above. Finally, my eyes fell on her familiar head of snow white hair. My eyes focused on her, I watched as the girl beside her said something in her ear and Princess gave her a nod. I had seen this girl several times with her but never paid much attention to her before but now I took her in with narrowed eyes because her arm was around Princess and it appeared like she was helping her in walking. What the fuck?!

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

“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.”

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

he blurted out while she squinted her eyes to process the suggestion. “Unity it is. I am looking forward to our adventures, beautiful lady,” she declared before getting ushered to the courtyard where an exquisite replica of the Daimler Mail Phaeton was parked. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed at most likely the second car in their island. “Please accept this as your second gift, my queen.” “You…you…” the princess could not formulate her words. “I know that you would have preferred a red one, but black was what the manufacturer had in stock.”

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid