Bleach Princess Novels & Stories

(Duke Merrica) “Huh?…really?..”. (Princess Helen Hallerus) “Also..don’t forget about the Tri-Nation War…he destroyed an entire horde of thousands of undead..by himself…but still, his Swords Art is nothing short of a beauty…I can still remember the scene were the entire battlefield were showered by those cherry petals….”. (Princess Angela Seraphim)

Queen Claudia said. Everyone murmured among themselves as they heard this and looked at each other confused. "Come now, daughter." Said the Queen, a smile beaming on her face. Suddenly the door opened widely and Aubrey walked inside so shy and nervous as she took each step then she stood beside her mother. “Well everyone this is Princess Aubrey of the Petra Kingdom the heiress of the throne my long lost daughter.” Queen Claudia said smiling then took her seat and Aubrey sat beside her. Everyone was speechless then Gwen decided to break the stillness.

Two of them were a part of the four that checked on her. "Oh look it's the Princess." one said. "You best be glad that you got yourself a Prince." "And you best count your days. Because I can guarantee you won't be alive in the next week." she bit back. He got up from the couch and walked towards her. "Huh? What'd you say bitch?" Aurora sneered. "God you smell like a dog house. It would be a good thing to kill you after all." "What?!" "Cut it out," Caden said and glared at the man.

We sat on the beanbag while the late princess stood by our side, we nod at each other and drink it in a single gulp; it tasted like water - no taste but had a strong scent of some unknown herbs and was brownish in shade, there was no after taste too. The late princess takes out the syringes and releases the blood into the glass bowl. She looks at us and asks us to cut our palm and let the blood flow into the same bowl that already held our blood. We feel uneasy but still do it. We cut our palm with the blade she provided and held out our bleeding palm into the bowl and hold each others hand so the blood drops in the bowl as one - like it was from the same person. A drop of blood falls into t

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

A bright glow emanates from the baby and a collective gasp fills the hall. "A healer has been born to all the supernatural beings. Behold, a child born of a pure soul. A child born to a woman who suffered the most atrocities of life but remained pure. All the torture, pain, hurt, and abuse could not dampen her love nor cloud her pure heart. She chose forgiveness, over vengeance. She chose love over animosity. No matter how bad the blows were, Summer remained the indestructible princess that she rightly is. All hail our universal queen!" "All hail the Queen!" The End

and goes right back to brushing her hair. I look through our bags and find the perfect sundress and bring it over to her. Once we are both dressed we head to the dining hall where Alpha Blake and Luna Daphne are already waiting for us. The room is private and I notice that the Luna has left her contacts out showing off her jade green eyes.

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

that I have provoked not that long ago… By the way, the princess was one of those that bathed in the bird’s “heavenly rain”… if I recall she fainted the moment it led on her head, that sure was quite the sight to see (chuckle). This salon is probably to bury that “horrible” memory and show people that the princess is dignified and that she will honor one of her titles as the “The Princess in the garden”. After all… she does have access to “that” power… just like me. Alright… let’s go, to the battlefield!

She supposed it was a rule of the spirit world or something. “Are you ready, Cass?” Oh no, Isabel. Small wonder our brother vanished so quickly. “Almost,” she replied, knowing it was a half-truth at best. “What, no make-up? Beatrice, go and fetch my beauty box, please.” “Yes, Princess.” The dumpy woman with the wheat-coloured bun sketched a curtsey and waddled to obey. “Let me see. Sky blue, I think, and a strawberry balm for your mouth.” Isabel hugged her. “This is a very important day, little one.”