Bleach Princess Novels & Stories

The corner of her mouth curved up. “I’m inching for more. Come at me with everything you got.” “With pleasure!” They all charged at her. The princess singlehandedly beat everyone that faces her one after the other as she pushed through to Luna, another in red lashing outfits and a symbolic scarf covering from the nose down to the shoulders raged with a katana sword at Wren swiftly, a side step movement to the Princess’s left along a lower slash which Wren dodged by rotating over then followed a consecutive upper and lower stabs which the princess also effortlessly dodged it all.

Four— four of them are …! I didn’t expect Blaze and Persia were too. With that, I’m quite sure how they were able to reach to the top now. As for Sherry, she’s a vampire— so it was reasonable for her to achieve this. “Tell me…” I murmured. “…how on earth did you guys lose to Kuroyuki so quickly…?” “The princess froze me.” August looked away. “I only remember I was locked inside an ice crystal.” Kronos nudges his glasses.

Neah felt the real goosebumps as multitudes of eyes turned towards her. Everywhere stilled with tranquility, only few murmurs could be heard amongst the students. Alpha Nox voice broke out once more " She's Neah Alexander, the princess of Blue Moon pack and would be joining us today but then___" Alpha Nox paused as he turned to stare at Neah once again " She would be joining the beginners class for a only a short while and after that, she gets into the advanced class" Alpha Nox announced, his voice dripping with an air of superiority.

She raised her hand and fixed a rebellious lock of hair in front of her eyes. She sighed softly as she calmed down. She and Mirabelle really looked like two drops of water and she had the chance that nobody had: She was the look-alike of a princess and she should take advantage of it. She always knew how to differentiate her professional life from her personal life, so that's what she had to do... She was Mirabelle d'Orient, a princess and she should behave like one... Two knocks were heard at her door. She hurriedly closed the dressing room and took a good posture before allowing the one who had just knocked to enter... It was her two maids. Mila and Zora. Mirabelle had told her about them.

Both want me to look perfect, but they have differing ideas of what ‘perfect’ is. I look back in the mirror and see a person I don’t recognize. A porcelain, red-haired doll that is about to walk down the aisle and marry a king. King Axel Brodcraz of Shadowglade. I will soon be Luna Queen Ainslee Bleiz-Brodcraz of Shadowglade. Luna Queen Ainslee Bleiz-Brodcraz is the woman who stares at me through that mirror, chin set and determined. Ainslee Bleiz is nowhere to be found, except in the tiniest tear hovering at the corner of my blue eyes.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

The day before the wedding, Sophia sat at the vanity in the bridal suite, her fingertips tracing the diamonds on her wedding dress. The sun was shining, and staff bustled outside, preparing for the ceremony. Everything seemed perfect. A soft knock came at the door. "Princess?" Alexander entered, holding a cup of warm herbal tea and a small, elegant velvet box. He was dressed in a well-fitted black suit, his eyes impossibly gentle. "You barely touched your breakfast," he said, placing the cup beside her.

the voice of a security guard shouted. “Move before I move you,” growled a deep, commanding voice. Before anyone could react, the doors burst open with a resounding thud. The room fell silent as Sophia stepped in, wearing an elegantly tailored blue suit. The color complimented her beautiful brown hair, which was tied into a bun, with two loose strands framing her face. Her piercing brown eyes scanned the room, finally landing on John. John froze, his hand still holding the pen, his face draining of color. His mind reeled, and for a brief moment, he thought he was staring at a ghost.

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.

Fleur snaps at my little Fae maid. "Princess, I have been longing to see you since you awoke, but the Lycan Alpha won't let me" Blue's tiny voice rings out, ignoring Fleur's outburst. Right, I am Luna, as I am also a princess. What did I say about identity crisis again? Fleur is somehow taken back at Blue's voice and probably at her very blue personality as she is dressed in all blue like she always has been — only now in more modern clothes.