Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

I was starting to loose my cool. "Alpha you where right to be suspicious about Scarlet's family there is no birth record of them having a daughter and I have aslo found this scroll about this legend "The stolen Princess of The Blood Mood Pack" in blue mountains dose it sound familiar? Well is should as do you remember the story your mother used to tell us of the old Royal Blood Moon pack I remember the story of when your mother told us about the Queen having a daughter but that child the child end up getting stolen late one night from a Rogue when the attack happend and no one has see the Lost Princess since."

I tried to stand only to realize I couldn't. I was reclining or laying down on what felt like a cloud. A cloud that was keeping me trapped. Or was this some kind of scheme made up by Adelyn to make up for her disgrace at the hands of Killian? Why did stuff like this happen to me again? Then I heard a gentle feminine voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at all. "Welcome to the Princess trials." What? What? The Princess trials? How was this possible? Everyone knew the Princess Trials had been discontinued after the death of King Jordan's destined mate over a millennium ago almost immediately preceding the rise of the witches

"Thank goodness he's lucky enough to meet you. I'm sure Sienna regrets never taking those roses back then." And now, my nails dug deep into my own palm as I realized what those champagne roses meant. Meanwhile, Diana was still yapping away, "Congratulations, Fiona—or should I call you Luna now? It's been six years, but you and Duke finally have your happy ending. My mate and I earnestly wish you a happily ever after!" "I definitely will be happy," I replied, pursing my lips to force a smile. It was just that Duke wouldn't be a part of that happiness.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

She lay awake, memories gnawing at her. Kieran’s laughter. His hand in hers. The warmth of his kiss before the cold of his betrayal. And now, he was coming. Her fingers pressed against her mark—the one that had once bound her to him. The skin there tingled faintly, as if the ghost of that false bond still lingered. She clenched her jaw. Never again She rose and crossed to the window. Beyond the palace walls, the forest stretched wide, dark and endless. Somewhere out there, the Ironfang sons were riding toward her. One a ghost she could never forgive. The other a stranger whispered about in half-fear, half-respect.

Every Pack-member has heard about their story, but no one has ever seen Princess Dezra because she wants to keep her family out of the public eye. Walker listens as the Elder tells them about the Princess drugging her Protector to get away from the Palace in secret and about her return after several years. They discover that Princess Dezra had lied about the bond between her and Prince Darron and that she had, in fact, rejected her true Mate-bond after their child was born. “Princess Dezra lied to King Vaughn about miscarrying her first pregnancy and she stole the necklace from the family vault to make sure her Daughter would never shift into a Lycan if that were her fate.” The Elder conclud

“We found this buried beneath the Circle.” Aria unfolded it carefully. On it, a single rune burned in fading ink: **Vorrukai** the ancient tongue for *The Forgotten Queen.* Kael froze. “That’s… that can’t be real. The Forgotten Queen is a myth.” Lyra stepped forward. “My clan remembers stories older than your kingdom, Kael. Vorrukai was real. She was the first to defy the Moon Goddess. She wanted not balance, but dominion. Her power was sealed beneath the Wraith Lands in a prison of living stone.”

The girl frowned as she spoke. "Butterfly, the people of the South are a beaten people. They have been so mistreated by your uncle that they are afraid to speak. That's why they only bowed. This will pass when they realize that you are a fair and kind ruler. I expect you to have a report to me by no later than tomorrow morning." The girl nodded and turned to leave when her father stopped her. "The Western Clutch has awakened and the prince has found his mate. There will be a marriage and many alliances will come from this joining. We must go and attend. His father, the king, was a good friend. His mother, the queen, was an honorable woman. I am looking forward to meeting the young woman that

An elderly minister whispered with trembling lips, "It... it cannot be..." Another noble shook his head. "Impossible..." "She died twenty years ago..." The emperor stared at Kyra as countless memories flooded his mind. Cherry blossoms drifting through the palace gardens. A promise that had never been fulfilled. He clenched his fists. "So history has chosen to repeat itself..." The words escaped his lips almost unconsciously. Only then did he whisper the name that haunted every member of the older generation. "...Princess Kiara Hyperion." The entire hall froze. The legendary princess whose death had forever changed the Empire.

This was the best life, any girl in her position could ever have, but yet she wasn’t happy. Not at all. She wasn’t ungrateful, or anything, but she couldn’t stop, remembering her mistress, her princess. Her Princess, Eretria, of the Southern Isles. She could remember that fateful, month, that dreadful day, the prince marched into their kingdom, and took her princess, collared her, in front of everybody as she was pulled across the streets, like a commoner. She screamed and reached out for her princess, but she was held back, by the officers, who kept her still and subtle, until the prince waltzed in front of her, staring down at her.