Goth Princesses Novels & Stories

The two princes entered the hall like they owned it. Well, in a way, they did. After all, they were going to be the future kings of the two werewolf kingdoms. Right behind them, a beautiful blonde girl walked with her head held high. They walked and stood to the side with the girl in the middle. The Lycan princes didn’t look anywhere as their gaze was fixed on the podium in the middle of the raised platform. The girl cast a single glance at us. I looked at the new students and saw that almost every girl was gawking at the two princes, including Lana.

Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities." Aynyra was wearing some of Rhae's noble clothes, dressed in a floor-length lilac silk dress with flowers embroidered into the bust. Rhae glanced at her in thought as they exited the house and walked through the noble streets. Nobles who passed recognised the Princess and bowed, casting no suspicion to the Amiran guild member walking beside her. However, some waved down guards and pointed her out in the crowd. Rhae recognised the streets were filled with guards, out looking for the declared missingPrincesss. Rhae sped up

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

he thought. Like a goddess she drifted into the great hall. “Wow!” echoed the whispers of the great hall. “That’s the cursed princess?” asked a duke. “Wow. She’s beautiful!” gasped the duchess. “Oh, my goodness, that’s a goddess,” said a male servant. “How is she so much prettier than Juniper?” asked another male servant. “We have another beautiful sister?” asked one of the brother. Crown Prince stared at her curiously.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

Not only that, I despise Rogue as they are the prime suspect in my list of people who could have murdered my parents. 'I wouldn't reject my pack, Athena, doing that would leave me vulnerable, whereas If I don't, I'll be welcome to all the pack as I don't smell like rogues neither am I one, not only that, I would also have a sort of protection against certain wolfs.' I explained. 'That's right, let's do this Princess Myla-Rose Hall.' She teased using my full title for me. I smile at her, 'Let's do this, but I'll need you by my side Athena.' I tell her hoping she'll cooperate with me. 'Of course Princess, I'm at your service.'

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.

I touch my hair, intricately braided and adorned with delicate silver clips, but every touch feels like a reminder of the weight that now rests upon my shoulders. Servants bustle around me, their faces alight with joy as they prepare me for the council meeting. A young maid with bright, eager eyes holds a jeweled tiara above her head, the gems sparkling like stars. “Oh, Princess Aloria, you’ll be the most beautiful sight in all of Valenor!” she exclaims, her voice a chorus of excitement.

I roared. “Newsflash, you’re not on earth anymore. You’re on Kurr; the planet where your parents were killed so that monsters could steal their throne. The planet that you were whisked away from in order to save your life. Have you looked at yourself lately? You’re the image of your mother and now, with that body, you fit the image of a twenty-four-year-old princess. The only thing we had going for us if they happened to catch us was that scrawny boobless body. Now it’s gone,” L’oana said angrily.

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