Goth Princesses Novels & Stories

the courier said as the trumpets busted through the hall. Princess Isadora wore a Royal grecian white with a gold dress that showed her flawless long legs with her black styled hair. If I didn't say that half of the male population here was mesmerized by her beauty, that would be a lie. The royals both descended down the stairs with smiles gracing their masked faces as all the werewolves and Lycans of lower ranks bowed down. A ping of jealousy swelled in my stomach. Perhaps this was the girl Maxwell was going to marry if he didn't find me.

The cheerful laughed coming out of those blood red lips made the girl stopped breathing for a while. "Hello. I am actually not the Blood Countess. I am Bathory Erzebeth for the first fifth of my natural life. But after that, I was more known as the Virgin Queen of B Empire, the last monarch from the House of Tudor. Nice to meet you, Princess of the East, my name is Elizabeth Tudor."

She looked at me in surprise: “Shouldn’t you know? They are the elite of the academy and the entire world.” I tensed slightly and said: “I just wanted to make sure.” She began explaining to me: “First, there’s Crown Prince Oliver Kailey, nicknamed the Fourth Heir because he holds the powers of the three classes and unites them. And his sister, Princess Sophia Kailey, princess of the Ghoul Clan. Then Kevin, prince of the Demon Clan, and his younger brother Andrea. And there’s the vampire family consisting of five princes, led by Princess Navarin. ”

“Introducing, his majesty, King Fredrich Kristen the first and her royal highness, the royal consort, Princess Alana Willow Ducroft,” the chamberlain announced. The whole crowd kept their head low as they walked past. They looked regal, especially the former Grand Duke who was wearing royal regalia. It looked like he was born to wear it. Beside him, the third princess, despite being royalty, wasn’t as elegant. In fact, everyone thought of the woman most fit to stand beside him as Queen but as she was dead, there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

One of the Black cloth men asks and tries to divert the attention of a girl who was floating above them. The girl in the black mourning dress with white-silver hair, her beautiful eyes glaring at them from behind the black veil that hidden her goddess-like face. "Yes I did, but I just came back from the front line to bring a gift to sacrifice at my husband's grave." When she said of her husband, she pats on the beautiful liquor wooden box in her bosom. The gorgeous smile appeared on the lower face of her that didn't cover in the veil captivated every black cloth man here. They gulped their saliva and tried to suppress the lust that was rising within them because they knew that this beauty is

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"