Clash Royale Princess Novels & Stories

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

the former Queen spits at me. “True Queen?” I question without thinking. This seems to anger the former Queen greatly. “You don’t think that he would actually put a…” she sniffs the air around her and covers the gasp that leaves her mouth. “A HUMAN,” she screeches. Her claws elongate from the tips of her fingers, and she slowly stalks towards me. I try to back away from her but my back hits the edge of the bed. Realizing I have no where to run, I brace myself for what is to come and close my eyes. I feel the sharp edge of her claw pierce the skin of my forehead. My skin rips as she drags her nail down my face and blood begins to bubble to the surface. “You cannot be allowed to live no

And they both stood up and walked towards us–I mean, to Claire. The Queen smiled at Claire softly and seemed to restrain herself from hugging Claire. Her eyes reflected the longing for her long-lost child. "A symbol. If you are the real princess, you have the mark of a crown with a dragon and eagle surrounding it. Only the princess of the Laikan Kingdom owns that mark because we are the only ones who saw the mark when our princess was born." said the King and stared at Claire. "Mark?" Claire wondered. Claire looked at me nervously. I just smiled.

Once he was gone she looked back and went up to Caden. "You can't be here you need to leave," she demanded. "Then you're coming with me." he fired back. "I have things to do and you are getting in my way. The people here are dangerous and I don't want to deal with anything having to do with you." Caden took the wad of cash from her hands and flipped through it before handing it back to her. "Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus."

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

The air froze the instant I uttered it. Even Lance, who was simply enjoying his food after a long battle, came to a standstill. Henry, on the other hand, appeared anxious as he rushed up beside Riel. Not to stop him, but to help him if a conflict ever breaks out. "I am Elia Royalise, the First Princess of the Elven Empire. Are you even worthy of my kneeling?" "In my opinion, only those with the strongest fist have the right to stand up and speak. You are the First Princess of the Elven Empire, but other than your beauty, I don't see anything exceptional about you."

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.