Evil Princesses Novels & Stories

DALILAH ISABELA LUDWICK CASPIEN (born Nicholai), my twin sister, who I thought was the only one I never wished to harm. The only one I thought I cared about in my whole life. Who I helped and killed to protect. I used everyone and did everything in my power to make her the 3rd Imperial Prince Christopher's fiancee, so no one would dare to harm her and she would have a lot of power. She's the one who was born with the magic that made her able to brainwash and manipulate others' minds, between us two. The Saintess, guarded by the Goddess herself.

enough to change the Princess. The moment Princess Ilvira stepped into the throne room, a series of gasps could be heard. The sight of the princess rendered me speechless. Trust me, her attitude might not change over the night but her appearance had a lot of changes.....the kind of change that could be called "from grace to grass" but I would describe it as "from grace to gutter". "That can't be my princess...." Alpha Jarvold bellowed at the sight of his beloved daughter. "Daddy! Mom! I knew you would come for me. I knew y-" Princess Ilvira cried out to her parents, running into Aloha Jarvold's arms immediately after she was released from the guards' stronghold and shackles. Princess Ilvira

She gasped in silence at his furious look. "She really was going to marry him. She was going to marry the playboy of the Western Border," thought Eric. Eric’s heart ached painfully at the thought of her being another man's woman. He was barely able to catch his breath at her beautiful face. Ruby didn't say anything but remained quiet by his side. The guards all draw their swords. “Who is it?” asked the Emperor looking at the disguise woman. “I am Princess Lila of the Fallen Clan,” said the woman. She had blond hair with brown eyes. She had slightly tan skin with fair complexion. Although she’s not as beautiful as Ruby, she was still lovely.

Not even her own father could protect her from the darkness that now surrounded her. Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, Isabel had finally embraced her true identity. She had taken on the mantle of a princess with grace, diving into the lessons of etiquette and royal decorum that she had once been denied. The people of Ilyana's realm were captivated by her transformation. They admired her poise, beauty, and the gentle strength she exhibited, earning her the adoration of the subjects who saw in her a reflection of her mother’s regal nature.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

Now he was back, hiding in Black Claws territory. Lira’s voice shook slightly, the only crack in her armor. “We need to get him, whether alive or dead. He needs to pay for everything that he—” She didn’t need to finish. Everyone knew. The Ripper had killed her father, Elder Voss, first—ripping out his throat and carving his accusations into the flesh. Voss’s death had been the catalyst for Lira’s rise: respected enough to break centuries of tradition, she became the first and only female elder in Black Claws history.

Beautiful, politically ambitious, and precisely the sort of woman who believed charm could overpower caution. The princess wore pale blue silk threaded with gold and carried herself with the polished confidence of someone long accustomed to being the center of court attention. Which meant she immediately noticed Draevor. Of course she did. Everyone noticed Draevor, the difference being that most people retained enough survival instinct afterward to pretend they hadn’t. Princess Elyria approached the imperial pavilion with graceful ease and bowed first toward Halrem, perfectly composed, perfectly measured, the kind of poise that made court politics look almost gentle until you remembered what

But by the time the chief of tribe was captured by a notorious prince, the tribe princess had accepted marriage to save her father and to end the ungodly war. Dark Lord's Cinderella The kingdom of Agartha, an advance civilization of hybrids, would open its gateway to spread terror among the inhabitants of the surface earth. An apocalypse was bound to happen soon and one girl had been warned of that possibilities on her dreams where she met the frightening dark lord who claimed her as his bride. She can be humanities's downfall or salvation if she chose the right side of the coming unforeseen war. The Prince of Orion

Emily's POV "Are you shitting me?" Gen asked rhetorically as she threw herself face down in my bed in my hotel room, worn out from exhaustion. "I can't believe Sebastian is a prince," I finally spoke while staring at my reflection from a wine glass. I poured myself another drink. I was having one hell of a day. First, I had to put an abrupt end to my hotel project then I found out my ex-boyfriend was the Prince of Conovia and I was summoned by him and his father about the rights of the land.

She took after the Empress in that regard. "Yes, he will be a good fit for Valli." The older princess said. Her name was Melinda. She was 22 going on 23 years old. "Valli, you want to change your mind yet? It is not to late to run away and hide." She said in gest. But more than any other, she wished her sister to be free from the confines of the agreement. Despite the fact, Valli and Bali were born from the second Emperor unlike her from the first Emperor, they were as close as full blood sisters. She was in the Realization Realm Rank VII. Stuck there due to a "personal" incident. One that gave her a certain nickname.