Forgotten Princesses Novels & Stories

And only the reality of the forbidden be witness by the Princesses itself was the purest of the truth. Hovever, the Princesses have long gone, and never been seen that day. Only the traces of the more coflicted and classical of a books remain in the comfort of the library. Which for unknwon reason, the King find shocking and disastrous, and even made the library be restrict even to himself. “Why father go so far to hide this magnificient sight?” I panted, couldn't believe the knowledge that brought upon entering. The portrait really hard to even grasp, yet the moment I give up it becoming clearer and clearer. There multiple faces distinguish from each other, looks so highly and bear the pres

Not only that, the Luna was a princess of another kingdom and was mated to the alpha king as a means to join the two kingdoms for peace and unity. This was another added advantage that the first prince had. He was not in any way particularly brilliant or exceptional. He was just lucky enough to born with the status and resources that he currently has. Unlike the thirteenth prince whose mother was rumored to be a maid and with with no form of backing or standing whatsoever. There were times that the Luna and other mates of the alpha king would on purpose, so every thing that they possibly could to try and make his life a living hell in the palace.

“I am Elentari Tirisil, Princess of Faerl. I task you, Genevieve, with freeing the enslaved of this brothel and ensuring Hephaestus finds me, these letters, and not to give away my secret. You have one hour. I will cast the compel to seek you out, so you do not need to find each girl.” Geni had tears in her eyes. I knew she didn’t understand and she probably never would. “All within this place, heed my call. Genevieve has the keys and contracts for everyone to retrieve and return home, never to deal with a life where you must roam or sell yourself. The Kingdom of Faerl is open to you if you’ve nowhere to go. Make haste, there’s not much time.”

A malicious grin creeps onto Calebs face as his eyes darken, making him look murderously insane as he tilts his head to the side looking the Alpha in the eyes. "Your dear princess, of course" Caleb informs us in a calm tone. Too calm for the situation he was currently in, something felt off. "Princess?" My father raises a brow at him "Oh, it really is a pack secret if the big bad Beta doesn't even know" Caleb chuckles "Your dear sweet princess, future Luna, Talia" He eyes me waiting for a reaction like he'd just dropped the biggest gossip bomb going. I couldn't hold the cocky grin that appeared on my face, he had no idea of who knew what within our pack to be so smug.

Eunia Most women dream of love as this wonderful fairytale where their prince comes and sweeps them off their feet, carrying them to their happily ever after. I dreamed of the same and maybe it was because I read too many romance books. After all, it was the only escape from the hell that had become my life. Pages filled with tender kisses, promises of forever, and knights in shining armor had been my only light in the darkness of Kruska’s shadow.

She’d been pushed into a prison by the people who should have protected her. Why had she kept these proofs back? If Michael had known—if any of us had known—would Aria have gone at all? Maybe she’d stopped believing we would ever believe her. Maybe she’d given up on saving herself because she’d been failed so many times. The ugly realization settled: in her story, we were the villains. Her closest, most trusted people had become the reason she’d been sent to danger. “Where is Emily?” Michael’s voice came out rough and strangled.

Heirs vanished in cellars while the court toasted victory. Elara’s name, chiseled out, not by accident, but by decree. “She forgave me,” moaned Queen Alis of the First Rift, her stone hand raised in frozen plea. “And I repaid her by erasing her.” “She spared my son,” whispered the twin kings of Merethil, forever locked in mirrored pride, “so I told the council she vanished in madness.” From the battered figure of Queen Selyra the Bound Flame, her marble crown shattered, came a final truth:

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

Her knuckles were white where she gripped her fork. "I’m observing," I corrected, letting the front legs of my chair slam back onto the floor with a loud thud. "There’s a difference." "And what do you observe?" " That you're terrified," I said simply. "But you're eating anyway. That’s good. Most spoiled princesses would be weeping into the mashed potatoes by now." She paused, her jaw tightening. "I’m not a princess anymore. I’m an exile." "Welcome to the club. We don't have jackets, but the whiskey is top shelf."

Alex whispered to Xerxes, “She’s okay. This princess seems to treat you real well and covers up for you well. She looks fairly decent in the wedding dress. It will be the same once you close your eyes, so you shouldn’t be conflicted and just become carefree Prince Consort here.” Xerxes gritted his teeth. “Get lost, motherf*cker!” The Grand Preceptor said, “Your Highness, they have dug up the Pool of Forgotten Love.” The princess snorted. “If they have dug it up, so be it. What’s so strange about that... hmm? What did you just say? What has been dug up?” “The Pool of Forgotten Love.”