Blood Princess Novels & Stories

I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt nervous and bothered. I was surprised when two girls pulled me by my arms. I was about to push them away when the girl with white hair spoke again. How could they be so touchy? Gosh! “I’m Venus, princess of Amien Kingdom, wind manipulator,” she said. We all sat down on a long, round sofa. The girl holding my left arm, with brown eyes and long, curly green hair, spoke next. “I’m Celestina, princess of Fleur Kingdom, I can manipulate nature’s power.”

In the Eastern and Northern Kingdoms, Princess Vivian Druke, the only daughter of King Akmar Druke, is said to be the most beautiful female. This war is of her making because of her arrogance in killing a noble from the North for humiliating her. And I have to pay the price. Shaking, I lift my hand and trace my high cheekbones, plump lips, and brown eyes. Even my long, ebony hair is the same texture as that of the princess. The only thing that differentiates us is her birthmark, the one every royal within the Eastern royal family carries: a tulip-shaped mark on their wrists. The sounds of the maids crying out as they are cut down in the hallway have me covering my ears and squeezing my eyes

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

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.

Her dress makes that fact known to the entire world, the fabric hugging and shaping every curve of her body. Did she always look like that? With Lysandra, It just feels like opening a Russian nesting doll. But instead of getting smaller, you’re finding things you never know you’ll find out. One minute she’s dying and the next she’s here, at all ball and this is happening. “A pest?” Maddox repeats, his voice dangerously low. “The Crown Princess is a pest?” The words hang in the deafening silence of the ballroom. Princess? Crown? It is one shocking revelation after another with Lysandra. Is she truly the same broken woman bargained off by our mothers to become my wife? What is this? A play? In

She opened her palm and presented Bellamy with a bracelet; a vial of blood sat in the middle of the chain. “I, Princess Alexandria, Daughter of Lucifer, Heir to the throne of the Underworld, swear by my blood that, no harm will come to Elizabeth Delvaux by my hand. I swear that I shall do all in my power to protect her whilst she is in my care. If I default on my word, by your hand, my soul will be imprisoned within this vial for as long a sentence as you deem worthy.” Heat radiated from the chain as she wrapped it around Bellamy’s wrist and clasped it shut.

"There are no words good enough to express my anger." The trembling maids quickly gets on their knees as she strides forward, finally entering into my limited view. Her right hand holds a silver sword, which all the eyes of the rueful maids are glued at. How is she able to hold silver? The strange stories cannot be surely true, can they? "Your majesty please . . . have a little mercy on us! You can make us slaves. Just spare our -" Beth desperately pleads, but she is cut short as the unforgiving Princess swings her sword.

Princess Bethany insisted, her eyes filled with strong range. The Shadow Broker chuckled in the poorly lit room. "My dear princess, getting power always costs something, dear princess. Are you ready to pay that price?". Princess Bethany walked around in a circle thinking if she was ready to take the unknown step then she nodded vigorously, saying, "I'll do whatever it takes." The shadow broker said; In return for the supernatural and outstanding powers you seek, the Shadow Broker asked princess Bethany for a promise sealed in blood. This promise was committed like a block convenant, and made Bethany to do terrible things. The princess, driven by her strong desire for power, agreed without th

He waited for it to settle. “But tonight, there’s a new chapter,” Feliks said. “Would you like to hear it?” Vasiliya was instantly alert. “A new chapter?” “After many years, the Bay Prince—now grown—discovered something impossible.” He let it breathe. “Princess Braids-with-Ribbons was still alive.” “Still alive?!” “Still alive. But when the prince found her, she looked completely different. Her hair was no longer deep black—now it was auburn. Like October leaves. Wavy. And her eyes were no longer the warm brown he’d known.”

It looked at the princess with its small eyes for a while before looking at Alex, saying it could not understand their profound conversation. Alex grabbed her ears. “What are these ears of yours? A bunny girl or a cat girl?” The princess stomped on his stomach. “F*ck off! What bunny girl and cat girl? My bloodline is much more advanced than you, human. Tell you what. We royalties of the Witch Beast are the most ancient and primitive and possess the supreme Xeraphim Bloodline.” “What bloodline? Xeraphim Bloodline? Sorry. I have never heard of this bloodline of yours. I don’t even know how to write it.”