Evil Princesses Novels & Stories

Everything would happen again if she allowed it, the banquet, the fall, the dungeon. But not this time. She would learn their lies, one by one. She would build her strength quietly, in the shadows, until the day came when the entire kingdom would bow before the silver-haired woman they once condemned. For now, she smiled. “Shall we prepare for tonight?” Elysia beamed, unaware of the storm she had just awakened. “Of course, sister. It will be perfect.” “Yes,” Seraphina murmured. “It will.” Outside, the morning bells rang, bright and harmless. Inside her chest, the mark on her palm burned like a promise.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

“He must be gloating right now, thinking he has the upper hand.” Some rays of sunshine came through the small, shabby window, and she had to tiptoe trying to see outside. It appeared she was still somewhere inside the forest, but just how much time had she been out? Elena didn’t doubt whatever spell Ivy had casted upon them would not last long on Ivar either, and he’d be just as furious as he was the last time someone tried to kidnap her. First the Crown Princess, not the bastard of Montenegro. Was this going to become a trend? She couldn’t help but think of Mariela, and how this was exactly the kind of thing her companion feared would happen.

the Ancient Queen gritted her teeth. “At last, I found my Empress.” said the faerie with crimson eyes. Eleand held his head high and controlled himself not to look surprised. He never expected him to look like this. Esdras appeared like an innocent teenager incapable of doing evil things. But inside him lurked a monster—a dark demon hiding in the beauty of a faerie. The one in the middle was the Emperor, the faerie who sold his soul to Luxus. “Are you that desperate to seize Erganiv that you visit here yourself?” Rieska said, raising her one brow. She had finally regained her composure, and now she appeared unbothered.

Aynyra interrupted his story, raising her brows. Valor scoffed, "Well, you know- Ok, whatever. But I genuinely like her. She's smart, strong, fierce and gorgeous." "All Fae are gorgeous, they are known to be extremely charming," Aerys retorted. "Fine then Aerys, what have you done the last few days? What was that thing about the Akihyra fruit the Queen mentioned?" Valor questioned. "Well, they may have recruited me for something," Aerys smiled. "What, the only skill you have is baking and running away," Valor mocked.

She stretched her arms out for a hug. The whispers increased as my classmates came to the same conclusion that I did. Iris or rather Iristendale is the Light Fae Queen heir apparent.

To my surprise, I looked straight into the large brown eyes of my seamstress. “Is this a trick?” I asked a little louder than I’d intended. “Shhh, they might hear you,” she whispered. “I’m risking a lot to get you from here.” “Why do you?” I asked suspiciously. “I am a true subject, your highness. I am a Kurr slave with no loyalty to the Mannador King and his people. They are evil,” she hissed. “I can’t bear to see you being forced to wed King Orvis. He is cruel. You would suffer.”

“Valkyr will be looking for me and his child, as will the dark lord. Are you really prepared to take on an army of vampires?” “I’m assuming that Valkyr is the vampire who fathered your child?” Freya said, smugly. “He has to find you first.” She shoved Louella into the cage she’d cloaked. “You’re in my century now. My power also comes from the dark lord. You see, Davina and I have a lot in common. I’m also a victim of the dark lord’s deceitfulness while in the womb. Like Davina, I absorbed enough of his darkness to make me a formidable opponent. Unlike you, my physical clone was killed. By her own sire, I might add.” She walked around the cage wearing a satisfied smirk. “Your vampire

As the music continued playing in the background, Roselle distracted herself by looking around. A princess named Vera had approached her a while ago and just like the emperor, the woman was unexpectedly friendly to her. Though she hurriedly left right after greeting Romeo in an obviously hasty manner. Elijah, who was standing behind Roselle, told her that Vera was the only vampire princess of the empire. Roselle found it surprising because back home, there were at least ten princesses in their empire. The difference was too huge! But maybe, there were more princes?

He explained in detail and saw the girl who was sitting right next to him looking at him with interest. "Oh my name…." The girl stood up quickly at his sight, her delicate figure in a white silk dress showing off. "My name is Ivan. These people know me as Princess Eva.” She straightened the skirt of the frock with one hand, placed the other hand on her stomach and bent one leg slightly while bowing. The style was like pure princesses. "Yes, this is Princess Eva. Because when she was born, more flowers and greenery were spread in this kingdom than before. We can all talk because of Princess Eva. This is her power, she give life to withered plants and flowers. She can heal the wounded.”