Blood Princess Novels & Stories

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

She said rubbing circles on my hand. I pulled away from her. "Of course he loves me I'm his mate and his wife. How could you even question that?" I spat at her my tears no longer sad ones. "Well he was engaged to a Princess before you because his parents needed their forces to keep the whole of the northern border safe from us." She said with a hint of spite in her voice. "Besides you are a bloodmoon baby that means you are no ordinary wolf. You are a royal as well which means as a blood moon princess you can chose your mate. You could even have multiple if you wanted too. But you have chosen a mate and he's marked you which means you wouldn't be able to take advantage of this gift without p

the prince with brown hair said. As they are arguing about me being Lucas, Leo, and Jude’s master, I looked at the princess with violet hair. We made eye contact, then I smiled at her and lifted my magic for a second. Her eyes widened, then she stood up. Everyone seemed surprised, then she kneeled in front of me. “I apologise for the late introduction, I am Valentine Blood, the heir and the next successor of the Lamia Kingdom,” she introduces herself as she kneeled in front of me. I guided her to stand up, that's why we are now both standing.

Big-Tee cleaned his bull-sized mouth, “--There was never a boy, Sir Humphrey. Who you brought in tonight is the crown princess.” Big-Tee made clear of Bryan's demur. T-the princess?! But—Bryan head cocked to one side contemplating then his eyes widened of every scenarios he had with the boy earlier. Immediately went on his knees. It all became clear just as cold sweat enveloped him pleading with his hands and forehead entirely touching the ground. “--I’m… I’m very sorry!! I never knew he--she is the princess—"

she said and put down the comb “it is obvious am trying to win against her?” she asked again checking herself thoroughly in the mirror she has spent a lot of money to get herself to be this beautiful so to have a chance also, the sixth princess will be getting married tomorrow and the King will finally be able to see her and her capacity so she has to do well in order to get favor from the King “Is Zoey better than me?” she asked her maid again who smiled and gave an outright ‘no’

Your Silver snapped at him. Edwin went back, feeling offended. “Your Silver, please, let’s not do this. The Lycan you failed to kill kidnapped a princess. We need this talk.” I pleaded with her. She didn’t look like she cared. Was she already aware? “Vanessa? He has bad taste. He should have taken you.” She walked in. As she walked in, the two ladies followed her. “It’s actually the Blue Bloom Princess. On her way back from Black Rose.” Edwin corrected.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

She took a few seconds to calm herself before she turned to thank Ambrose. "Thank you. My name is Heather, the princess of the Sea Mackie Clan. I came out to play today, but that bad man saw me and had been chasing after me ever since," she said.

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

She was naive and looked innocent, but the world coated her with the ancient human saying, 'Don't judge a book by its cover! For she was the best example of that phrase. Behind those sweet smiles and a gentle-looking face, that soft voice and humble behavior lay a venomous woman with a dark secret. Her name was Nomiko, the only vampire princess and heir to the throne of the vampire king, King Hachiro.