Goth Princesses Novels & Stories

The Uriel Kingdom was one of the known Werewolf kingdoms among the twelve werewolf kingdoms. Today, a grand feast was organized to celebrate the 18th birthday of the princess of Uriel Kingdom, Winter Uriel. Winter looked at herself in the mirror. The light royal purple gown made with silk fabric with puffed lacy sleeves around the wrists, perfectly fit her body. The pearl necklace around her neck had the most precious pearls in it. The diamond tiara on her head further embellished her princess look.

he said to the man, pointing at a sofa that formed a semicircle. "Your majesty," one of the abductors said, bowing respectfully. "We found Princess Ashanti at a human wedding. She was so carried away, dancing with her human boyfriend. At first, I thought she was someone else, but surely, I recognized her and decided to bring her to you." My father's face, who was unreadable before, now had a shocked amusement look. "You even got yourself a boyfriend? My little girl, did you think you could hide from me forever?" him calling me little girl was so irritating. I stared at the high ceilings decorated with domes and then the walls lined with book

She wanted to defeat this evil menace herself. In a matter of seconds, she was given a horn. “I am the Princess of Prestoria. What do you want?!” Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. They saw a young beautiful but tattered dressed girl by the window side holding a horn. Octavia eyed the so-called princess creature with disgust. Is this the legendary princess? She laughed out loud and all her soldiers copied, laughing out menacingly. She was macabre. “So you are the little brat everyone keeps talking about. Is that not sweet?!”

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

It was none other than Princess Callista, the daughter of King Gaius. From afar, Alcides observed her movements—the elegance of her gestures, the radiance of her presence. She moved through the palace like a fleeting vision, untouched by the harsh realities that governed his existence. Callista embodied the epitome of Athenian royalty, a stark contrast to the life he now led. Though Alcides was a mere shadow in the vast expanse of the palace, his admiration for the princess grew with each stolen glance. He marveled at her beauty, the way her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and the gracefulness with which she carried herself.

“Don’t look at me. I am not your man. I am a woman.” The princess said, “Your female body is about to be broken, isn’t it?” Empress Ghast was speechless. At that moment, a golden glow erupted from the princess’s body. It was so blinding that everyone could not open their eyes. After a brief while, the golden light faded away. The Titan Princess’s appearance had changed drastically. She was no longer Jade, whom everyone was familiar with, but... “D*mn!” “Undead... Undead Queen, Juvia?”

And now, there was another news that could either bring glory or tragedy to the city. I glanced at Miss Morelli… or should I begin calling her princess Alena now? Or maybe the ex-Hunter Queen? Damn it. I’m not sure how to address her anymore. No one could guess that she was princess Alena because of the color of her hair. Prince Alexis inherited his black hair from his mother while princess Alena’s hair was silver just like her father. Miss Morelli, on the other hand, had black hair at the moment. When they were babies, their blood scent screamed their royal status. They had the most fragrant blood scent out of all Vampires, especially the princess who was born stronger and more powerful tha

I wasn’t supposed to be here. “Oh, baby, come lick my cunt.” One of them yelled from a dark corner. I kept asking myself while I came out of the night and I’m glad I disguised myself. I don’t want the people saying Alpha Oceana, the princess of realms, is a whore. For it was quite a taboo for a princess to be on the outskirts of her town, her palace and walking around the whores of houses.

"Blake and Primrose said they would get piercings as a birthday present for me." Primrose is lying on Blake's bed, flipping through television channels. She shrugs. "It seemed easier than going to the mall to buy a gift." You might know Primrose Johnson as the Princess of Goth and all things supernatural. Many people adore her and hope to one day experience her cutting insults and deadly glares. Some even create video compilations of her epic eye rolls and her 'no bitch' face. And they wish they were part of her girl squad, which includes Molly Haynes, Avery Walsh, and Libby Stone.

It was awkward, yet I wanted to watch her dream. In the moonlight streaming in from the balcony, I caught a glimmer of something around Sarah’s neck. Passing the time, he lifted the chain and peered at the pendant. There was a name engraved in ancient lettering that I couldn’t read. It had a birthday on it, and the date belonged to the missing princesses. I had begun to have my suspicions after their talk a few days ago about how she became part of Stormveil’s pack. I leaned back, realizing she reminded me of the Queen. Sarah had the same golden eyes as the queen, brown hair, and a face that resembled King Jorah.