Disney Princesses Vanellope Novels & Stories

With what little strength I had left, I screamed at them and mentioned the title I had kept buried for years. "This is a warning! I'm the wolf princess of the Werewolf Kingdom! Think about the consequences of hurting me!" They only laughed. "Wolf princess? That ruthless wolf princess from back then? You expect us to believe she turned into a wretch like you?" They ripped what was left of my dress and closed in again. "We're in the wild. No one's coming. Let's finish this." "I won't lie. She's got a hell of a body." I closed my eyes and drowned in despair.

She wanted to laugh at their poor attempt at being intimidating. Winter followed Livia's gaze. "Those are the girls we talked about earlier, and you see the girl in the long peach-colored dress." "Yeah, what about her?" "That's Vanessa Myers, leader of the White Vultures and the spoiled princess whose eyes are set on King. They can be a handful, so you need to be careful." "Winter, you should be wary of me, not them." "How can I forget?" She chuckled, taking her position next to Poet.

White socks with a bit of lace, just princess enough without screaming festival. When I brought them out, Poppy tilted her head. “Is that… boring?” “It’s classic,” I corrected. “You’ll look like a well-behaved child.” “I’m not well-behaved,” she said. “I’m Villain Glitter Princess.” “Exactly,” I nodded. “Which is why you have to pretend.” She weighed that logic, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But I still want to wear a crown.” “A small crown,” I bargained. “The silver one, not the giant gold one with LED lights.”

PRINCESS ZILLAH liked flowers and trees that bear fruits. But she particularly loved butterflies. Her headdresses are all made by living butterflies. She is known as the Butterfly Princess as she can control these insects perfectly. Ciaran saw a woman spreading her arms in a beautiful dress, surrounded by beautiful butterflies. Some of them even perched at her head, hair, and arms.

After that, that girl looked at Nevan and instantly got closer to him. “She is Jaelyna Walton. The royal Princess of the Silver Howl Pack and the only child of Alpha Jared Walton and Luna Raelyna Walton,” Darla explained to Anisia, who was silently observing the closeness that the Princess was sharing with Nevan. They both seemed quite close to each other. “Princess Jaelyna has been Prince Nevan's best friend since their childhood,” Darla further added. So they were childhood best friends? “And there are also rumours that she is our Prince Nevan's fated mate,” those words of Darla's made Anisia look at Darla.

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.”

Not only that, I despise Rogue as they are the prime suspect in my list of people who could have murdered my parents. 'I wouldn't reject my pack, Athena, doing that would leave me vulnerable, whereas If I don't, I'll be welcome to all the pack as I don't smell like rogues neither am I one, not only that, I would also have a sort of protection against certain wolfs.' I explained. 'That's right, let's do this Princess Myla-Rose Hall.' She teased using my full title for me. I smile at her, 'Let's do this, but I'll need you by my side Athena.' I tell her hoping she'll cooperate with me. 'Of course Princess, I'm at your service.'

But, I also invited my team and their siblings with us too to show our support for the Academy's Princess - The raven-haired ice Princess that held the official title of 'Belle' at the Academy. Despite the icy, flat tone she shows outwardly, those of us who have taken the time to get to know her know that she's not at all very icy. Unlike the jerk of a best friend that we've all titled the 'Ice Prince'. Unlike Arte, he's genuinely a hardass who just wants to see the world burn.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

The group personally began bathing the princess, who pleaded that she could wash her own body. "Princess, this was an order from the Royal Advisor to make you presentable!" said the calm voice of a different maid, this one with glasses and blue-hair worn in a side ponytail. She poured a bottle of vanilla-scented shampoo in Luna's hair. "Lily, what type of hairstyle should we give the princess? Her regular style or something elaborate? You know, more trendy?" a third, excited maid with straight black hair and a pretty delicate face asked while scrubbing Luna's arm.