Blood Princess Novels & Stories

"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.

Even if he couldn't properly move his lower body, his power was still visible and immense, fit to be called the King. "Welcome home, son," Alejandro Michaelis Blood said, the current vampire king. "Glad to be back, Papa. Where's Beatrice?" Sebastian asked. His father frowned and scoffed. "She's unreasonable, Sebastian!" King Alejandro yelled. "Did you two fought again?" Sebastian asked and chuckled. "What did Beatrice do this time?" he added. Beatrice Grances Blood is his younger sister and the first princess of the kingdom.

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.”

The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques. Can't wait to see what tonight will bring! When we finally arrive in the dining area, the Prince and Princess are sitting at a big table, a wooden table that has been smoothed until the wood shone. Prince Braxius is looking as handsome as ever. He is freshly washed and shaved, and is wearing a blood-red silk tunic with silver patterns threaded into it. Princess Polyxena is, of course, beautiful with shiny, straight brown hair cascading down her back. Her eyes are an ice blue fringed with dark lashes. Still, I would

Then he carefully closed the gap between himself and the woman who was about to change for him. He took her hand in his and flipped her palm over. Yes, the mark was inside her left hand, cradled in her palm. It was exactly as he had predicted. A rose with a blood-red hue. He got close enough to notice the gold circle in her eyes. The pale gold that had the same effect on her as her hand had. She was far more than a simple bloodsucker. She was a princess of the vampire race. She was his key to power and immortality, and she was the ideal weapon with which to kick the demons who'd come to town to wipe off his people.

He took a deep breath and then nodded. “I think I found my nephew—the prodigal heir,” Louis said with tears in his eyes, moved. Billy was still stunned. He didn't know what to do. They searched for decades, then waited hundreds of years. This was the first time Louis received news that healed his wounded heart. “How can you prove that she is Princess Primrose?” Billy asked as if he still had doubts in his mind. “She has fairy blood, and her healing is rapid,” Louis answered, even though he still didn't feel right.

Drusilla spoke up. “Just smell me,” Lady Briseis said haughtily, “you will know it is the Prince’s child. The heir to the empire.” Seraphina spoke up, “The only person that will carry Achilles’s heirs is me,” Seraphina made sure to emphasise Achilles’s name. “If Achilles did father your child, it is a bastard and nothing more. I am your future Queen, you have interrupted MY engagement celebrations and I do not take kindly to drama,” Seraphina’s icey gaze bore into Lady Briseis. She did not know where this sudden confidence and power had come from. Lady Briseis halted for a moment and then strode over to wear Achilles sat and tried to wrap her arms around him. “My love, are you really going t

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