Ethereal Princess Novels & Stories

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

"They will try to separate us. Do not eat anything they offer and do not let Lucius lead you into the Sunken Gardens." I stepped out. The crowd went quiet. I had chosen a gown of silver that seemed to move like moonlight against my skin. My hair was braided with raw Aether crystals that pulsed with a purple light. I didn't look like a wolf; I looked like an event. Prince Lucius was waiting at the top of the stairs. He looked fine dressed in gold and white. "Princess " he said, bowing low this time—though his eyes remained mocking. "Welcome to the world. I trust the altitude hasn't made you too... Dizzy?"

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

It was a good one but it aches when they unite for dumb and stupid reasons. ‘’We do have guests amongst us. We present to you all the long-lost princess of Altera, the heir after the king. Welcome home Princess Emandra, We've longed to wait for your return. We are happy to have you back in our midst’’ Alphia smiled genuinely walking up to Emandra handing her a bouquet of white lilies, and crowning her with a crown made of golden roses. ‘’What? How can this be?’’ a voice questioned from the crowd. No one reacted but Chase stood still seeing the female who walked out.

Luric slid a platter full of delectables in front of me. "Please eat your fill princess I'm certain that your child is just as hungry as you," he said sincerely and poured tea into another cup and offered it to me. I grabbed it brushing his long fingers and froze at the tingles that went down my arm like electricity. I instantly looked up into his strange eyes. I noticed that his smile was gone and his brow was deeply furrowed. "My full name is Skye Evanore Sylric and I'm the reaper queen and queen of the northern elves," I said softly and he nodded.

She sneezed. Her eyes still closed, she followed the smells until the ground beneath her felt different. It crunched like wet sand and she felt herself sink into it. “Open your eyes, Ilyria,” said the Princess, her voice the velvet and husky tones of a young woman. Sure enough, when Ilyria opened her eyes, the Princess stood before her, smiling. There was no trace of the ill old woman Ilyria had seen lying prone in her chambers. Or the corpse-like Princess laid out on the cold slab in Izben. Now the Princess wore yellow cloud silks that wove around her lithe body. Her black as obsidian hair her hung down her back, her skin smooth and golden. Her eyes were still milky with the opalescence of

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

exclaimed Sasha, nearly leaping out of her seat. "You know them?" innocently asked Luna as Sasha whipped her head toward the shorter girl, an expression of incredulousness displayed on her face. "How can you not know about them!? They're like super famous that even a village girl like me knows about them! That's Prince Zain, aka, the prodigy warrior prince, whose skills are unrivaled, not to mention his nickname is Dungeon Prince, Bearer of three Mysticals. While that girl next to him is the shining crown jewel princess of Rigel, who is spoken highly of across the Starry Galaxy. Praised for not only her selfless character, sense of justice, and intelligence, but of how she was chosen by a St

Show off my beauty to their guest like Irina would do? The Prince flashes a wide smile after looking in my direction. He leaves my mates and makes his way to me. Princess Eva returns his smile and extends her hand after he halts in front of us. He shakes her hand without looking at her. "M'lady, you must be the goddess of beauty. Not even the Alpha Kings would be deserving of an heir with your eyes," he praises and slightly bows his head in front of me. "I am Prince Ethan of Shadowmoon Kingdom." "Glad to meet you. Your sense of kindness is impressive," I say.

She held it toward her daughter with a satisfied curl of her lips. “To the fall of the High Realm’s most beloved princess,” she said, each word dripping with delight. Seraphine laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut the air. She clinked her glass against her mother’s, eyes bright with triumph. “To the beginning of our reign.” They drank. Seraphine sprawled back in her velvet chair, one leg draped over the other, her gown shimmering in soft shades of rose gold and cream. She looked breathtaking, radiant, victorious. The look of someone who finally believed the world had been set right beneath her feet.