Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

She's definitely not an ordinary girl, right? “Illarion ...,” said the woman who stopped right beside the hiding Black Prince. Illuminated by the light of the full moon, the woman with silvery white hair seemed to glow, with her lips as red as the roses in the garden. Her big purple eyes glanced around, blinking several times, fluttering her long white eyelashes.

The prince caught the slightest glimpse of Elissiana and pointedly kept his eyes off of her for a little longer. She looks good. Focus. Check out everything else first. His eyes kept moving, finding the king and queen. He nodded respectfully and approached the table. And then his eyes finally settled on the princess. She was stunning, like nothing he'd ever seen before. Everything was extraordinary, from the silver gown and pale white skin to the jewels in her hair. And her hair itself! He'd seen nothing like it, golden and wavy rather than the straight and black common to his home. Well, damn. I feel a bit underdressed.

The ancient decree dictated that the cursed princess must be handed over to the Magical Beasts. However, upon meeting Mia, the reality diverged from the tale. Contrary to the story's portrayal of her great beauty with black hair reminiscent of the Black Rose and eyes as brown as the muddy land where the Rose grew, Mia's hair was a golden hue, and her eyes shone blue. Puzzled, they considered the possibility of other surviving Chi family members and chose to release the little girl. Determined to unravel the mystery, they embarked on a quest to find the true heir of the Chi lineage.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Raymond stood rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he forgot why he had come. Princess Kiara stood before him dressed entirely in black training attire. Her raven hair was tied into a high ponytail, allowing the afternoon breeze to sway the loose strands framing her face. The fitted black top revealed a physique sculpted through countless years of relentless training rather than vanity. Well-defined abs, lean muscles tracing her arms, and powerful shoulders contrasted beautifully with her delicate, angelic features.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

Her hair and the top of her face was a dead give away. After the fight is over, he followed her. She went through a hallway, turned a couple of corners, and into a locker room. It was empty there, and she took down her face covering and sighed as she slumped on the benches. She didn't seem to notice him until he spoke. "Well, well, well, guess the Princess has a secret." he took down his hood. Aurora snapped her head to him and her eyes blew open wide. She quickly stood up from her seat and backed away a bit. "What- what are you doing here?"

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".