Falcon Princess Novels & Stories

Promising himself he would be many of her firsts. It was the truth, when the princesses shopped on trips around the kingdom, they had to remain proper and were surrounded by guards, maids and many spectators. For Layana this was magic far greater than any mage or bloodline carried. “Whatever you want angel,” Declan said picking a chain that caught his eye, “That’s pretty but long…” Layana said “It’s for your waist darling,” the elderly woman said looking at Layana with her piercing heavily eyelinered eyes.

Aelanor said, and looked at her palm, "but why do I need one of your feathers?" The red and gold feather streaked with black was about as long as her hand. "The journey you are on, Princess, is highly perilous. And your ambition is shared by all. We wish to be of some aid should the occasion presents itself, and you need only burn this for us to appear. We'll come to you," Seraphim said. "Savour the food," Ignatia called, and the four phoenixes, with a great sweep of their wings, took off to the sky.

Now, time to change the plan, so they are expecting us to move so we wont move and I will attack when they least expect it, so I'm guess this was her plan all along well there princess you failed, but I have to give it to her though, attacking while moving is a good plan but I didn't get where I am by playing fair, suddenly I started to feel a pressure in my head, someone is trying to link me. "WHAT", I snapped "Alpha, Jasmine just challenge the Luna for her spot, and the Luna killed her, she have ordered us to bring you the body what to do?", the guard said. "What the hell, why didn't you stop it?", I growled through the link. "Luna closed the door and the vampire drained all of Jasmine blo

She shivered as the predator set his eyes on her but obeyed the Princess's command. Moodily the Falcon glared at the Princess before the bird began to groom itself. Its magnificent wings spread, and it ran its ethereal beak through its feathers. Occasionally, glaring at the servants as if it stood above all. Sometimes they felt as if they were looking at a person rather than a bird. With easy hands, she tried to pat the bird but he snapped her hand away. Smiling at her trusted comrade's antics, she got off the chair and looked out of the window facing the inner palace. Her eyes narrowed at the crouching servants hastily bustling around.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

Falcon was driving back with Silver in the passenger seat. She had been quiet all afternoon and staring out the window. He stirred every so often, giving the alpha to understand that his body could in the various parts where the position was pressing. Her body was fully covered, loose-fitting pants that reached her ankles and a long-sleeved, turtleneck blouse. Despite the high temperature, she did not want to expose the various evidence that marked her skin.

No shifter can heal that quickly, only … She snarls as she rolls and stands up facing me. The power rolling off her makes me shudder. I feel more people enter the room, Stacey included. When Starci laughs manically. I see the tears stream down her cheeks. “I am Princess Serana Bastian. Daughter of Queen Marcia and King Ronan Bastian. I am the last phoenix.” I watch as her palms turn up and red and gold flames dance. She opens her mouth, and a shriek comes out instead of a scream. The shriek of a phoenix.

" Winston had already sent his men to investigate them. These two young ladies got in with Elon Lancaster's invitation card. Rumor has it that his eldest daughter was unreasonable. She should be between the both of them. Elon Lancaster is the richest man in Ambrollum City. He shouldn't be messed with. Winston didn't want to cross Elon, so he gave them a warning. Fiona felt upset after hearing Winston's words. She rolled her eyes and said, "We like these stones. What if we just have really good judgment? If it yields some high-quality gems, don't try to take back your words!" Winston thought to himself again. So, both of them are fools.

Falcon went straight to Issabella's room. He found the girl gazing into the mirror, lost in thought. When she heard him come in, she stood up with wide eyes and stepped back. "Uhmm... who are you?" she asked softly, her voice trembling. Falcon gazed at her, his eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe. Maximus had told him all about her, and he was impressed by how this girl had survived them all. "Your soon-to-be husband," he responded, and her eyes flashed with fear.

It was an insult and mind games. “Fuck,” he growled, the note trembling in his fist. "Is he serious right now or he just wants me chasing after him?" *** The palace gates clanged open hours earlier than expected. Princess Delia Vale of Georgia arrived in a flurry of velvet and sharp perfume, her sleek black Rolls Royce rolling into the courtyard beside a fleet of royal escorts. The daughter of the Southern Alpha King, she stepped out wearing a red jumpsuit that hugged her tall, curvy frame. Her hair was styled in intricate coils, her eyes lined with fierce kohl, her expression confident.