Elven Princess Novels & Stories

It was as if, the profession was calling out to her. The elves are very good healers, and Lolita inherited such from the abilities of Annabel, the elf princess.

“We’re leaving, I will keep vampires here to wait for us when we come back. But we need to ensure the Council is dead before King Gideon gets there, once that is done it will be over for him and we will take his castle by storm. The Princess might even think we’re there to save her, but in the end, she is going to be one of us, only a hybrid. I need to talk to the Witch about the spell she cast on her when she was a baby and see if there is an easier way to break it.” “Wait you have the witch?” “Yes!” I snapped. I couldn’t believe he was asking me something like that. I am a genius when it comes to planning. I caught her shortly after she landed here in London to join her mate, her mate thin

Luckily, the Prince had no idea what she was alluding to, but I sure did and I wished she would stop. "Let me just tell you now, I do not care at all about ranks. You could be a rogue for all I care and I would still accept you and treat you like the Princess you are. I will treasure you even though you are an omega; in fact, I value all of the skills and input you could bring to the table when you become my Princess." Prince Rylen commented. As I met his eyes, I could see that he was trying to telegraph his acceptance through his words and facial expression. I sighed, wishing it was as simple as being about ranks or status. I decided to tell him before my mom spilled the beans, making every

becomes the person he protects. NEW MISSION: PROTECT THE PRINCESS OF VALDORIA VIP ASSET- Name: Princess Elettra Eleanor Ravena Age: 24 Role: Princess of Valdoria, public face and privately restless. Appearance: Pale Mediterranean, high cheekbones, dark hair often worn loose or in constraining braids for formality. A guarded smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. Strengths: Political intelligence, fluent in diplomatic nuance, capable of hiding emotions behind courtly grace. Secretly trained in riding, fencing, a little marksmanship (modern princess who prepares quietly).

Loren was the prince consort of emperor Martina. Aware of his duties, Loren enters inside the bright rotating mana circle, followed by Martina and others. As soon as they all vanished inside the magical doorway, crown prince Khristos remarked," The blood of Elves and werewolves sure is strong. I believe my niece will return back with victory ." " Yes, she will. Your sister was also a victorious woman who fought alongside the father," crown Princess added. In the morning, 8:00 am , borders of the Bliaviroth empire.

It was a mask she wore to lure people into thinking she was weak and powerless. Hellen was neither of those things. She was a woman you never turned your back on because a blade would find a home in it. She was plain in her looks until she smiled. She could lure a lion to its death with that smile. “It is good to see you returned to the castle in good health.” “Yes,” she picked at a fuzz on her shirt. “You found the lost princess. The King is very pleased. He can’t stop talking about it,” said the Queen, tone void of emotion.

ZAHIR As I stood there in the hut, my eyes widened in surprise at Serafina's unexpected actions. The witch, too, seemed amused by Serafina's sudden pleading. The witch's question echoed in the air, "Are you not that princess?" Serafina shook her head and responded in a way that shocked us all. "In this Kingdom, I am not a princess," she said with unwavering determination. "I am just another commoner like the rest of my people who are in slavery."

Like her mother, her eyes speak of her heart. Princess Elara is the only daughter of Alpha Dark and Luna Rebecca. She rules the heart of her parents and not only that, but she is everyone’s favorite. All the lights of her room were turned off, the only light coming in was the moonlight from the window. Suddenly someone jumped up through the back wall in her window, and the shadow of a man appeared in the light of the moon. His eyes stare at the body sleeping in the bed. Her hair fell over her face, one hand over her belly, and the other over her chest. She is taking slow breaths and sleeping so peacefully. The man jumped inside the room through the window, he slowly started walking towards E

"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.

CHAPTER 25: The fairytale princess and the wild gods (1)Princess Elara POV I crossed the ancient mossy borderstone with trembling steps, my silk gown brushing against my skin in a flirty way. The forbidden woods embraced me as soon as I stepped in and the air thickened into something alive and warm, sweet with jasmine and damp earth, pulsing with a raw power that made my nipples pebble and my core clench with a shameful, unfamiliar ache. I was Princess Elara, pure and dutiful, raised on lullabies of virtue and royal sacrifice. Yet tonight, desperation for my starving kingdom had driven me here… and a hidden, wicked curiosity I had buried deep in my heart now stirred awake.