Falcon Princess Novels & Stories

Emilio came up next to him, but he never took her eyes off her. “Felipe, this is Lord Simon De Grace's party. He did this because this is his daughter's first season. She's the number one pick for Prince Louis. The girl you keep exchanging smiles with is her. " "Her name, Carlos. What is it?" "That is the Lady Amaya De Grace." "Amaya. Her name is as pretty as she is."

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.

*ADRIAN** I let go of the fool I was holding and he fell to the floor in pain. I wonder how much strength the Princess put into punching this guy. Well, it's not like I'd want to find out. I turned around to follow the princess back when Arnold said, "You know she's just using you right? I don't know what she promised you, but she's not going to give it to you. Don't trust her." He slowly stood up, holding his stomach. I watched him walk away and disappear into the shadows.

Ariel rising on the Prince’s hand, beaming at him. “How did…” Jackson murmurs, frowning at the phone and lifting it closer to his face like it will help him see better. “How did they make her waist so small…” “Is that seriously what’s bothering you?” Rafe snaps, grabbing the phone back. “I mean it has to hurt,” Jackson murmurs, frowning at his friend, “she’s not shaped like that. They must have used…duct tape.” “Jacks,” Rafe growls, rolling his eyes a little, “she’s swearing allegiance to Atalaxia! She’s taking a role as a Princess of their court!”

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Twenty Years Later Beyla had wandered away from the settlement, in defiance of her mother’s instructions, and now she was lost. This was embarrassing, though she only had herself to blame. Easing her fingers underneath the cloth barbette which confined her neck, she lamented the fact that it was her duty to wear something so different to anyone else. So what if her destiny lay elsewhere? Couldn’t she conform then, or maybe institute a new fashion? As Princess Consort of Vercia, surely she would have that right?

stella was sitting close to the window so she was still busy staring out the window. "It sure does looks beautiful"Stella said giving the country the last view. "Yes you're right"Stella heard someone said and she gasped. "Sorry for replying you when you ain't talking to me,but i have to admit it"Falcon said. "Well anyway I'm falcon and you??"Falcon asked. "Well I don't tell strangers my name"Stella said coldly. "Ok i understand"Falcon replied unhurriedly. "We seems to be heading towards the same direction"Falcon said.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.