Falcon Princess Novels & Stories

In front of everyone, he snapped one cuff onto Cameron's wrist and attached the other to Rebecca's. He watched their terrified faces and said coldly, "The princess said you two couldn't bear to be apart, so you'll stay together for the rest of your lives. Starting today, you're bound to each other. You'll spend the rest of your days drowning in each other's hatred and misery." Their fate was miserable, but it was justice. The next day, I officially merged Silver Moon Pack with Dark Shadow Pack. The wolf packs recognized me as the wolf princess they could trust with their lives.

“I am truly blessed that my mate is not shallow.” Falcon’s eyes held pride as he looked at me and I took his hand before turning back to the woman who was watching me with a glint in her eye. She walked around me in a circle, forcing me to let Falcon’s hand go. “Hmmm… answer me something, Natasha.” I narrowed my eyes on her. “What is it?” “Is Falcon your only one? Or are you just a whore?” My body stiffened. “Excuse me?”

Reel of Words started playing in my head. Your parents were not your real parents. You were in danger. Falcon was a royal. Angelina was Falcon's sister. And— Your highness is asking for you. I'm not a human. I am Falcon's sister. Falcon is a royal. Reality hit me. Hard, very hard. Falcon was his brother, she was his sister, he was not human and— I backed away when horror struck me. "Y-you are not human?" I gasped. The look on her face confirmed my doubt.

The woman’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Plain words cannot hold this truth,” she said. “Listen to the parable, child. In a kingdom of wolves, a falcon was born. They clipped her wings and sent her from the nest, lest she rise above the moon. Yet wings grow back, and falcons find their sky.” Her voice dropped lower. “You are the falcon.” I stared at her, heart pounding. “I’m not…I’m just….”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Nathaniel was moved by her words. "He knew it was a difficult decision for her to make. However, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. " "Mango did not understand and asked in a low voice, ""Who is she actually?""" "She's one of the princesses of Angolla, Prissy Fang. Also, she's Laborn's daughter." Mango was stunned after hearing what Nathaniel had said. She would never have imagined that Priscilla Fang from the Baxter Alliance was actually one of the princesses of Angolla!"

Just when it seems like we are about to come to blows, Sasha's scent begins to swirl within the room. Luis steps away, and I straighten my suit jacket. I look towards the doorway just in time to see my gorgeous princess enter. My eyes travel over her form hungrily. She looks like a walking moonbeam. The dress she is wearing is opal white and trails down to the floor. The V-neck is deep but covered in mesh. So while it gives me a great view of her chest, it is still modest. Her beautiful hair is in a low messy but controlled bun and her makeup isn't too thick. I am so glad I told her to dress fancy. She looks as if she is going to a human prom.

A gentle breeze was blowing on that warm spring day, bringing a pleasant feeling. The streets were decorated for the festival commemorating the founding of the Arventia empire. The people were happy and prosperous thanks to Emperor Donovan Arventia, Crown Prince Theodore Arventia, and First Princess Camellia Arventia ruling them. That was the official word from the court, but it wasn't true

I didn’t want her to keep her store anymore, but I knew this was something she came to New York for, so if I could convince her to open her store near the pack I would feel better, and I would know she was safe. I wasn't sure how everyone would react when they found out she was an actual Princess. I didn’t want her to be treated any different, but I wanted them to know she had status and we have to go by what she says when it comes down to some things. I knew she would be a great Luna and I hoped that she would allow me to make her mine.

"It was in my closet three minutes ago." "I guess you had to notice it eventually, with your new abilities," he shrugs slightly, leaning back in his seat. "She's a phoenix, a phoenix-like creature that ages every day and is reborn every night at midnight. She and a few others clean the mansion for us." "They aren't slaves, are they? I turn to look at the pitiful, wrinkled creature with a frown. The phoenae's bright brown eyes flash. "No, mistress," she says hastily, "my most gracious masters help me and allow me to live in luxury!