Forgotten Princesses Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry—” “No,” I cut him off, raising a hand. “Let me finish.” My heart pounded, but I pressed on, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. “My real pack… it’s been forgotten. Long ago, there were four packs in Greeley, not three. Mine was the Nightcrawlers, the oldest of them all.” Rohan’s brow furrowed, his hands clenching on his knees. “Four packs? I've only ever heard of three.”

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.

Three of the wealthiest families in the kingdom. Three of the quiet funders of the Crown Princess’s stay. They arrived in fine carriages, all polished pride and cold courtesies. I didn’t offer wine. I didn’t even let them sit. “I’ve found ghost companies connected to your family accounts,” I said flatly. “And funds that trace back to the treasonous Crown Princess.” They went pale. “She’s a member of the royal family—” “She is not,” I snapped. “She’s a relic. One you’ve foolishly poured your fortunes into.”

She said. Aria and Laila were stunned that what Yuria said was true. Indeed, the fifth – no, the first kingdom was forgotten by everyone and now, there really are the four kingdoms. So, these four kingdoms… they were from their ancestors’ abandonment to the witch? They thought as their faces turned pale. Their bias against the witch is now disappearing after taking a glimpse of the past through Damiel’s diary. If Damiel’s diary was not found but was also burned along the East Kingdom’s royal library, then the truth of the past might forever be buried. Abandonment is one of the worst things that someone could do to the others.

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

Three words. Written in Czech: “Krev nezapomíná.” Blood never forgets. He read it once. Twice. Then crushed the paper slowly in his hand. This wasn’t about legitimacy. This wasn’t about power. It was about purity. About lineage. And someone, somewhere, still believed the best way to protect an empire… Was to erase what didn’t fit.

I answer. “I want to rest a bit, and thank you Caspian,” he says, smiling at me before closing his eyes. I stay by his side. I wasn't going to leave. Just then, Fredericksburg enters my quarters. “Caspian, I found out who Merida is. She's the witch you hired to take down Damian,” he says in a rush. I raise my hand to keep him quiet before he talks, but it's too late; Raider opens his eyes immediately, and Fredericksburg whispers, “Uh-oh.”

I began to walk through the house, letting memories from each room flood my mind. When I got to the ballroom, I flipped on the lights and went across the room to stand in front of the portrait of Alex and Joanna Wilson. I now knew that I wasn’t their daughter, but I had enjoyed my time in their home, and I was grateful for the privilege. I will never forget what it was like to be treated like an Alpha Princess. Now, it was time for me to move on. I went outside and said goodbye to the topiary and rose gardens before going to the pond pagoda.

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.