Goth Princesses Novels & Stories

Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore. Draped in shadowy velvet, she moved like silk over water. Her pale skin shimmered under a black lace veil, and villagers instinctively stepped back as her red-eyed guards flanked her on either side. Her carriage was obsidian and silent, shaped like a gothic cathedral with moonlight caught in the glass. “She drinks blood,” a boy whispered. “She drinks attention,” his sister replied. The ground trembled slightly as Nymira, Fae Princess of Thistlevale, appeared in a swirl of fluttering leaves and flower petals. Her gown looked grown rather than sewn, woven from blooming vines and crystals of morning dew.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

It attracted those who hated it, decimated those who corrupted it, liquidated in any way, because it had learned perfectly well on that journey, that enemies allow themselves to prosper, feeding false sensations of pretense,multiplied in droves, required a tremendous need for drastic falls. That grew even stronger... like legend coming from the years,wherever that woman went, a crowd of people gathered in the distance, whispering in her ear that she was the soul-collecting princess, the one who killed men for pleasure and drew each death in tattoos on her back like a map of death.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

Crap, I forgot about them. "Would you like us to dispose of that vampire?" There was seriousness in their words that I actually felt afraid for Nate. These guys are serious! "Princeeessssss Rosalie Amber Staaaaaann, COME WITH MEEEEEEEE~!" Nate wasn't helping either especially since he started singing. Like wow, where did he get all that energy from? "Princess." Called the maids. "Princcceesss~!" And you can probably guess who that was.

The children will welcome winter by gathering in a field and making snowmen, and playing in the snow. The sound of a baby crying echoed throughout the palace. Today, two twin princesses have been born into the world with beautiful faces and skin as white as milk. Their names are Lucia Alberta Walton and Noura Lorena Walton. The vampires of the Appalachia Kingdom feel the euphoria of happiness their king and queen feel. They welcomed the twin princesses by lighting torches on the first winter night. Alison and Cassie couldn't stop smiling, looking at their two daughters sleeping on the bed. Carlen is very happy; he has two younger sisters at a fairly old age.

“I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.” My eyes widened, and I couldn’t breathe. “Blood… Moon.” Her eyebrows jumped. “Those titles aren’t nearly as important as who I am to you.” I shook my head and stepped back. There had already been so much going on. I just couldn’t take anymore. She smirked, flashing one of her fangs even as her eyes turned a burning, glowing red. “Hedwig was the first princess of the United Vampire Covens. She was my mother making you my little half-sister.” She chuckled. “So glad we could meet in such… exhilarating circumstances.”

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last: