Disney Princesses Horror Novels & Stories

And here I thought I was a proper half-demon. The horror... ** I was wrong. The horror started in the palace, around breakfast. The princess was gone. Nobody had seen her, nobody had... No-no, you misunderstood, she’s a faithful wife! Probably. But where could she go? In a word, by dinner, the entire place lost it, and by evening, the entire capital city. All hell broke loose, and when the princess’ body was found, naked, together with another man, it was impossible to cover the whole thing up.

I screamed as they drag me in the middle of the room. "We're just going to play like we used to before. Why are you so scared, Princess?" The man who forced fed me threatened. Two of the men holding my arms pinned me against the floor. I desperately tried to pry my arms away from them, but it only felt like my arms would pop out of their sockets. "Let me go! Please! I'll fucking eat the food!" I desperately tried to negotiate. "Too late for that, Princess." He said as he pinned my legs down, his nails digging into my thighs.

The queen is out to get me, and her subjects are barely following. "You know," she says, pulling out a thin object, "I wonder if a big cut will heal that fast...you never know with a witch." There is a tense silence in the air, only her voice reigns. No one steps forward, though many look on with eyes of horror. However, I can tell that even the most sympathetic are appalled by me, disgusted by the fact that I am different.

We entered the grand court, taking our seats in the front and center of the room, our children to our sides. "Now enters Lady Lyssandra MaComb, witch of Faerl, whose charges are as follows: Charge 1: kidnapping the Prince Aranelda Tirisil, concealing his identity, and lying to Their Highnesses causing them to believe he was dead at birth. Charge 2: inappropriate use of concealment magic, impersonating Her Royal Highness, endangering Princess Elentari Tirisil and Duke Scott MaComb, the royal protector of the princess until the date of her 18th birthday. Furthermore, Lady Lyssandra MaComb is charged with knowingly conspiring to kill both the Prince and Princess of Faerl. Lady Lyssandra MaComb,

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Sophia’s Point of View: I tossed and turned all night. Despite the room’s complete renovation, I couldn't sleep. For the first time since the incident, the nightmares returned—vivid, relentless, and cruelly familiar. I was back on that cold bench, chains biting into my wrists. The strange man loomed over me, his shadow stretching across the dimly lit room. Beside him stood Ava and John, their laughter slicing through the suffocating silence, their eyes gleaming with twisted delight at my helplessness.

“There are four of us that the Queen picked for this mysterious princess. You, me, Max and fucking douche-bag Lunerly. Twenty-five percent chance that one of us gets her.” “Yeah,” Thorne mumbled. “Great.” “Your chance at happiness shouldn’t be twenty-five percent,” Kairos continued. “Probably less than that. What if this Princess is a mega bitch?” Thorne chuckled slightly at that. He nodded in agreement. “Yeah,” he said. He turned to look at Kairos. “You would’ve been okay if it was the wolfless girl?”

If there were labs then there would be explosive things so they both put a bomb on the bottom of the doors and then moved on. The floor smelled like a hospital. It seriously creeped her out. There was even a hallway with its lights flickering. Aurora reused to walk down it and it was only when Caden said he would hold onto her that she did. Sometimes when she got bored she would watch a scary movie and since her imagination was vivid it really did more harm than good. The floor was completely empty and they got back to the stairs without running into anyone. She had thought that since it would be night, the lower levels would be busy but she was wrong with this one.

She tried answering, but the voice came with hands, she did not see them but they grabbed the memories like physical objects and drew them in front of her. 'Villa was killed... Your mother was killed... Your father imprisoned you...' "Stop!" She yelled holding her head. 'No, don't fight it, deep in you you have a flame of vengeance burning, it needs fuel' "I don't want..." 'Stop lying to yourself! You have insulted yourself, others have insulted you, underestimated you! You are Princess Vladimir Tamaska, the first Royal Hybrid, take your throne! Show those who smeered mud in your face who you really are!'

Walking up the stairs to the main doors I notice how heavy the security is, taking note of their position and the weapons they seem to be carrying. The chatter as we walk past some of the guests is quite amusing, who is this? Why is the princess with a wolf? Keeping the smirk off my face was hard. I am pulled back to the now as a small round man with beady eyes approached us. “Princess Lyra, I must say I am surprised to see you here tonight” He all but scoffs at my mate, making my wolf growl.