Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

She’s not on the chair… I pause. There’s a small figure curled up in front of the fire. Frowning, I walk over and look down at her. Her hair is spread out behind her—a beautiful, ebony black, with long, glistening strands fanning out from her head. The girl is curled into a tiny ball, and even after having cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes, she still looks gaunt. I saw Princess Vivian once at a gathering for royals and nobles. She was an exquisite creature, but her eyes made my skin crawl. Still, I would have recognized her as my fated mate the moment we met.

Valentine introduced the yellowed hair princess. “He is Zane Tonitrus, the twin brother of Zia and the crowned prince of Tonitrum Kingdom,” she introduces the prince with white hair. I wonder why their hair looks different? “Lastly, he is Blaze Tellus, the prince of Terra Kingdom,” she introduces the prince with brown hair.

“That is the Princess Akira and—” “Hah! Impossible. Do not fool me.” She scoffs in disbelief and steals a look at her maid to glare. “Akira has dreadful brown hair, every possible strand sticking out everywhere, looking as if she hasn’t brushed her entire life. This woman…well, for one, this woman has silver hair!” “But, their face is exactly the same…”

I pick the meat I dropped and continue nibbling on it. “Oh the hair!” She says, boldly stepping up and taking a strand of my hair in her hands. “I was wondering what was different. Very smart, dyeing it brown. Your white hair stood out way too much.” “Prince.” I croak, depicting a crown on my head and touching my hair. She looks down at me in confusion for a second before her fierce eyes narrow on me. “The prince?” She says, dropping the hair. “He is the one that dyed your hair?”

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

Of all people, why does it have to be Kairi. He was even more breathtaking than I remembered—tall and commanding in a midnight black suit, his golden eyes scanning the room with cool detachment. But his arm was not empty. Bianca Britain stood beside him. Beautiful and goddess-looking version of me. I was really a cheaper version of her. Her silver gown shimmered like moonlight. Her blonde hair was swept into a flawless chignon, and her face—yes, from some angles, it looked like mine. But more delicate. More royal. She was the princess of the Wolfpang Pack, she was Kairi’s dream woman.

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

She said and pushed his hands away before he creased her shirt. "Blonde hair suits you but I prefer your natural hair color." He said while looking at the hair shining under the cap. "I had to change the color. Many inside the castle know Luna Vera." And the Princess— Vera didn't added that. Rhayghar reached a hand out to touch her waist. She moved back while giving him a playful stern look. He heaved in longing and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he was in control.