Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

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.

I felt it was all my fault. “Aphrodite will pay,” I vowed, wiping my tears away. “I’ll hold you to that.” King Tirisil now matched his wife’s murderous glare, but at least I wasn’t the target any longer. Suddenly, the doors flew open and a woman with stark white, knee-length long hair, pale skin, and eyes like the moon hurried forward. She had a crown of the triple moon. The king handed her a letter.

But the most notable of them all was the twin princesses, who inherited the queen's silver hair, and the little prince Edgard, who inherited a golden-silver hairdo. Among the other princes and princesses, Luca, Felicia, Aurora and Emil had a variety of golden hairdos. Prince Enric and princess Camelia had a black hairdo while princess Anastasia owned a beautiful brown hair. But they all had eyes of almost the same color, ranging in color from yellow to red, with the only exception of queen's silver ones. "Dad, where is Alex?" After they had all made themselves comfortable on the seats across the living room, Adrion asked in a worried tone wondering where his youngest brother had escaped from

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

Stefan Sanscroft slowly turned to look at her, now taking a long, good look on the infamous Princess of the Northern Kingdom. Long, black hair that was framed by a pretty little face with a ghostly pale skin that indicated she had never been under the sun much or at all, adorned in a simple but pristine white dress that was nearly the same shade as her skin… and the strangest red eyes he has ever seen his whole life– And said eyes were giving him a look of a demon that came from hell promising to drag him down with her. Stefan blanched. Then, he gulped when he realized that the Princess had already issued an order–because that's what it obviously was–and let go of his cousin at once.

So I needed to be careful as they would love to play with the Princess Speak of Princesses. I was the Princess of the Canine Reigns and my mate knows that Princess. Hence he would recognize me as the daughter of the Lord Alpha and my whole plan would be ruined. However, I had a saving grace. Andrea, my private maid and Best friend— I know those two titles sound odd, had insisted I dyed my hair black for this year’s Mating Ball.

She paused when she came face to face with a familiar young woman. The young woman had a hair as black as the night with skin as pale as the snow. Her hair cascaded from her back to her waist with braids that circled around the top of her head. Chloe shifted from crouching to bending her one knee on the ground. Painful as it was, she curled her wounded hand in a fist and put it against her hand. She then dropped her head low. "Princess," she greeted in reverance to the Princess of Demetrius.

Christopher broke out in a nervous sweat. Most of those present did not know the princess and were undoubtedly speechless. All her attention was on her, she was really beautiful. And even the prince silenced her mind at that time. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, although somewhat revealing on her legs, her long black hair was loose and a little tulle covered her face. The prince began to get restless, his father the king was signaling him to behave. He was very worried about not having the rings in his possession.