Ethereal Princess Novels & Stories

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

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.

She was his true mate, his soul, and being forced to parade around at a banquet honoring a forced political alliance with Princess Isolde was tearing his inner beast to shreds. "You look remarkably handsome when you are brooding, Alpha Ethan," a soft, melodious voice purred from behind him. Ethan turned around, his muscles instantly tensing as Princess Isolde stepped in front of him. She looked stunningly regal in a flowing sapphire gown, her crown catching the chandelier light, but her expression lacked its usual sharp, arrogant edge. Instead, her eyes looked soft, almost vulnerable. "Princess Isolde," Ethan acknowledged, his voice perfectly polite but completely distant, his hand resting l

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

"Speak of the devil." I follow his gaze and immediately wish I hadn't. Princess Elara emerges from the palace, accompanied by Lord Caspian of the Eastern Kingdoms. Even from across the courtyard, I can see her animated expression as she speaks, the way she gestures gracefully with her hands. She's wearing that deep blue gown that makes her eyes look like amethysts, and her silver hair catches the morning sunlight like fire. Fucking beautiful. Always has been, even when we were kids and she used to trail after Alexander and me, demanding to be included in our adventures.

She wore a pink satin dress, and the diamond on her engagement ring gleamed. “I’m always late.” Lysandra waved off their remarks with a gentle smile, her voice soft yet teasing. “Peggy, Eleanor, it’s not the 1300s anymore. A little tardiness can spare me some drama.” Princess Lysandra II of Eldoria was the youngest and only daughter of the royal family. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the light, her silver hair swept into a soft volume, with a single braid cascading down her back. A tiara nestled atop her head. Bold green eyes framed by delicate freckles gave her a vibrant allure, while her full lips, painted red, added a touch of regality. She wore a U-neck emerald-green gown that h

What exactly is this, Princesa? She’s wearing a white dress with flowing sleeves and looks… almost radiant. She holds a lot of power too, that’s clear. The sun hits her golden curls. One wouldn’t think she spent the night in a cold dark cell. The goddess sure loves the Rossis… I look away from her, my demeanour darkening as I glare across at the men who all have their eyes on her, hostility clear in their eyes, but if they’re trying to intimidate her, they’re only digging their own graves deeper.

With a snort, Ethan continued, "If you still want to continue enjoying your life as a wealthy lady, freshen up your makeup and head to the hotel with me. If you don't, feel free to just stay at home instead." Penelope trembled all over. Given how her silk-stocking life depended on Ethan, she dared not go against him. Hence, she immediately applied a thick layer of powder to her face, concealing her slap mark. … After getting changed, Larissa gracefully descended the stairs, her eyes twinkling. Her light pink gown flawlessly accentuated her fair and delicate complexion. Ethan was very pleased with how she looked. Not only did she inherit her mother's good looks, but she was also born with an

She bowed her head as soon as the crown prince"s face came into view. "Crown prince!" She called out, with her heart racing fast against her chest. Crown prince Enzo watched Althea standing. She was really a willful woman who dared to do anything. Amongst all of the noble female werewolves in the kingdom, he had not seen anyone who was as brave as her! Because it requires a lot of braveness to be able to run from the Baron. "You can’t keep him here, you have to let him go” Althea insisted.