Blood Princess Novels & Stories

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.

He stood a tea table away, standing seriously before the princess's eyes. The head princess put down the cup of coffee in her hand, her expression was very serious: "The Bertha you brought here, is the baby in her womb yours?" Bruno was stunned, his eyes stared at the ground, and then he answered: "Yes." “You still want to protect her, tell me the truth.” The princess angrily threw the half-drinking cup of coffee to the ground, accidentally leaving a coffee stain on her hand. There is a carpet under the tea table so it doesn't make any noise.

The others followed suit. The Queen turned to the side, and the young woman in blue dress stepped forward. “This my daughter, the princess.” Hearing that in front of them was the princess, some of the guys felt their breaths hitched in their throat. The girl curtsied. “Pleasure to meet you. My name is Shirlyn Arland Rootwind, Princess of the Aeronvein Kingdom.” “T-The pleasure is ours,” Bara hesitated, blush could be seen covering his cheeks along with some of the guys. It was hard to not blush when a cute girl is right in front of you.

The fact was he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that the Princess was a witch who had just wreaked havoc in the palace. It took less than a day to change everything he knew to be rigid fallacy. The ever-perfect and revered Princess of Ehan, who without even a title intimidated the court of Beast, now looked like a manic. She shook roughly the arms of an unconscious, rugged man in bed as she shouted at him. The Princess had Bloodshot eyes, and the stress on her face was more prominent than he remembered it to be last night. Even the clothes she had on were loose and crinkled. It was unbelievable even when he saw her state with his own eyes.

And don't ask, her whole body was blue and bruised from punches and kicks. The maid named Nesa shuddered when she saw the girl's condition. Amanda really looked pathetic. Nesa slowly put Amanda's head in her lap. While cleaning the traces of blood on Amanda's face, she said, "Lady, you are now a princess, the legal wife of a prince, but why would you let a Baron trample your head?"

Stefan Sanscroft slowly turned to look at her, now taking a long, good look on the infamous Princess of the Northern Kingdom. Long, black hair that was framed by a pretty little face with a ghostly pale skin that indicated she had never been under the sun much or at all, adorned in a simple but pristine white dress that was nearly the same shade as her skin… and the strangest red eyes he has ever seen his whole life– And said eyes were giving him a look of a demon that came from hell promising to drag him down with her. Stefan blanched. Then, he gulped when he realized that the Princess had already issued an order–because that's what it obviously was–and let go of his cousin at once.

"Princess pet salon?" "Not that one!" "All of these games look the same." Alexandra rubbed her chin, thinking. "Could you be more specific, darling?" "It's a princess game where the princess has bloody fingers!" Angela exclaimed, hopping on Alexandra's lap. "Ah, so it's the princess's reign of terror?" Inspired by Bloody Mary. It was written in the game's description. "Yes! This one!" Angela grabbed the phone from Alexandra's hand, climbed off her lap, and dived straight into the game. Seconds later angry robotic noises blared from the device, screaming. "Cut off his head!"

Her arm was still bleeding, and now bloöd was smeared all over her náked body. There was not a sign of what she was feeling on her face, but by fucking god, I had never seen a sight so beautiful. She looked like a warrior princess. Maybe a little broken. Alex nudged me from behind, his brow arching up in question. I shrugged in response and looked back at her not wanting to miss any part of it. It was fascinating to watch her. An angel in the drags of hell. An outcast princess. Heaving a deep sigh, Alex went to the unconscious body of Phillip and the girl who was sitting beside him with her legs crossed in Indian style. “What are you doing?” Alex asked, but she didn’t look up.