Cursed Princess Club Characters の小説・ストーリー

“Princess, I still don't think we should be doing this. Dressed in the attire of the council women and pretending to be them.” I smiled and patted her shoulder, “I am not the princess, I am Ares, the mysterious and dark minded council woman, and chosen number 3.” I jiggle the number badge on my velvet robe in Kaela's face, grinning. “Tell me who you are?” I said, giving her a nudge on the shoulder. She laughed, rolling her eyes, “I am Benedict, the grumpy councilwoman, and chosen number 2.” She also tapped the number badge on her black robe.

“Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.” Her lips moved but I saw was the Moon goddess speaking. “It's time for your awakening.” “And the world is not ready for you.”

Rogues existed for a purpose. They had been dispatched by someone. I couldn't get the question out of my head, were they sent for her or for me? I had adversaries, and I wouldn't be shocked if they had pursued me. However, the Luna, the most recent acquisition, might have given her the same power to automatically turn people into friends or enemies. Being descended from royalty came with a curse. I gripped the slippery blade in my fingers and gritted my teeth. Another body lunged too close, and its keen edge swiftly went down through it.

I roll my eyes. “First of all, Councilwoman Kendra, it’s Alpha Queen, and until you get that right I am not getting yours right either. Second of all; what about those matepairs who have been mated for 20+ years? Are they all of a sudden forbidden as well? And by all means, if they are, please give me a heads up when you try to kill my aunts Talia and Tababtha who are ancient witches, Princesses, and very powerful. Oh and one of them is the mother of your precious King of Egos over there.” I lazily point at Caspian, who is looking at the Head Councilwoman, who is crushing so hard on him, like she has lost all her marbles at once.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Unfortunately, even if these wolves’ rebel against the decree and try to escape… their families are hunted down and jailed, considered traitors. That's why several of the candidates are on the verge of fainting due to the delay in announcing the name of the lucky one. Rhea is just passionless, looking intently at the Priestess in front of her. She's a woman with a slender body, and this can be seen from the light clothing that barely covers her pale skin. The Priestess' hair is so white and sparkling that it looks like strands of silver, so long that it drags the ground at her delicate feet.

She thought and placed her right palm on her belly. She has that sour look of a hungry someone written on her face, how would she be able to get her hands on anything yummy? She thought almost devastated, she wouldn't be allowed to leave the school premises and besides,she's got no money on her at that moment. What would be the way out now? She thought as she couldn't take the continuous growling of her stomach anymore. Someone saw this, a prince and he came rescuing a princess.

That’s why everyone was so watchful, so careful and patient; there’s a thin line between loyalty and fear. “She’s not your Luna, I have a wife now.” He spat. My gaze snapped to him immediately. Was he talking about me? Me? Luna? I thought he didn’t want a wife? “Of course your majesty.” Frederick replied and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him, the panic in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He was in a very tight spot. His fingers pointed towards me while he faced the alleged ex Luna. “This is Lady Maria Goretti, daughter to the Alpha of the Thornville pack and our King’s new bride.” He announced, like he was reading off a scroll.

Ariana’s POV Days bled into weeks. Weeks bled into months. My life became a never-ending cycle of torment and humiliation. Once I was the Valenti-moon club princess, the old ladies kissed my cheek and the patched brothers bowed their heads when I walked past. Now I’m the clubhouse rat.