Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

Her body hidden by his; all that can be seen of her is a shock of carrot-orange hair. ".... Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, and her name was Shelley. And Princess Shelley wasn't like all the other ordinary princesses. All the ordinary princesses had hair that was blond or brown or black...." The little girl pipes up, in a way that says she already knows the answer to her question. "What colour was Princess Shelley's hair?" Al replies. "Princess Shelley's hair was bright red and the ordinary princesses teased her about it. But that was only because they were jealous...."

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

It was soft and innocent. "Are you okay, princess?" The man questioned with worry laced in his expression. 'Princess?' Kira thought in wonder and looked around, beginning to get uncomfortable. They were all giving her worried look. Isn't she supposed to be dead? Where the hell is she? She looked at herself, at the fine silky smooth, long gown she was wearing, her eyes meeting her hair that was no longer auburn but black, it gave her a shock knowing she permanently dyed her hair.

"Why are you on that outfit? And that hair?" Aside from her sudden appearance itself, the two were so much surprised to see her wearing her 'village-girl' guise. Another thing, her natural brown hair is now colored black and her front hair is straightly cropped into a thick fringe. Her loosely flowing hair is also left untied but is neatly resting behind her back. "Because I'm the Princess, ugh. I can't just walk around here, greet you guys wearing silk, petticoats and high buns. And yes, I did use a potion to dye my hair, doesn't it look fine on me?" she childishly winked.

“Azaria.” My eyes widened. “I am Miracle Ryedale Azaria,” she said. “The first princess of Hexoria Kingdom, second in line of the throne, and the leader of Black Swan.” Shit! Being the first princess is not really an issue here but her, being the leader of that group? Damn! I didn’t expect that she would have this wide connection. Black Swan was only a rumored group. They work in the shadows and only take down everyone who tries to harm the royal family or those people who want to bring trouble to the country.

Although it was evident that they didn't leave the house often, the entire family was in their crowns & tiaras. They seemed quite happy to have visitors though, and were in great spirits. Princess Sienna was stunning, with her long, straight white hair. Her eyes were the most vibrant shade of forest green I had ever seen, & reminded me of a beautiful forest in the middle of the summer. She wasn't much older than Heidi, but I understood her babbles just as easily as I understood my own little girl's.

However, I insisted with that power and the sovereign magic of hell, and a soft and icy odor reached my nose when a power of ice and shadows rose next to me, practically dueling so that it made it very clear that the princess of envy was being torn from the strength of her kingdom. Finding her next to me, when the shadows disappeared, made that initial perception even more true. The white light that emitted from the headlights of my car had made Hyenna's hair look slightly coppery, but when I noticed better, I realized that they were already brown. Her face exhibited a cynical smile, although the coldness and presumption were even sharper through the light skin and marked by strong traits. T

Only after she let the prime minister hold her in private did the man reveal that he's been wearing a wig and a contact lense the whole time to hide his natural white-coloured hair and his gem-like, violet eyes! She can't hide it because she herself had the unusual ginger red hair and hazel eyes. Her skin is also another matter because she's the color of chocolate. The princess had a very pale skin and black hair, a trait that none of both of the king and hers' ancestors have. She doesn't have any explanation as to why the princess came out that way except from the fact that she cheated. But damn this Kastren. She saw him once, that illegitimate child of his. He was a walking carbon copy of