Greek Princesses Novels & Stories

Ariel rising on the Prince’s hand, beaming at him. “How did…” Jackson murmurs, frowning at the phone and lifting it closer to his face like it will help him see better. “How did they make her waist so small…” “Is that seriously what’s bothering you?” Rafe snaps, grabbing the phone back. “I mean it has to hurt,” Jackson murmurs, frowning at his friend, “she’s not shaped like that. They must have used…duct tape.” “Jacks,” Rafe growls, rolling his eyes a little, “she’s swearing allegiance to Atalaxia! She’s taking a role as a Princess of their court!”

They were just random fairytales. "That is a warrior princess from Lyra. Her name was Venus," Meoni's words almost did not reach Madeleine, her gaze unintentionally lowering to the tip of the a****n's stone-carved sword as she blinked a few times in utter bewilderment, not entirely sure if she heard right or not. "What? So this...this is an illyrian? Illyrians are actually Amazons?" She turned around to face the princess, an entirely puzzled expression taking over her features as Meoni quietly regarded her whilst visibly failing to understand her point.

Together, these ten form the volatile inner circle of Drakonios’s court, each certain the crown—and the dragon king’s immortal heart—should ultimately belong to her alone. She went on, her tone calm but sharp. “They’re all princesses. Born of realms with claws, fangs, or old magic. Witches, fae, werewolves, dragons. Each one is more dangerous than the next.” Elianna’s fingers tightened around the fabric. Seraphina’s expression grew more serious. “Avoid them all, if you can. But most of all—Cassandra.” She said the name like a blade drawn in warning. “She’s the Witch Princess of Obsidia. Beautiful, terrifying, and convinced that the crown is hers. And she… doesn't share well.”

Regina interjected, she glanced alternately at Ronald, Louisa and their son. "What did your daughter want to tell us?" Louisa asked curiously, she frowned. "Look, ma,am. I am happy to be betrothed to Frederick, but I am not Scarlett now," said Georgia. Hearing Georgia's story, Louisa and Ronald looked at each other and asked themselves. "If you are not Scarlett, then who are you?" asked Frederick, he stared intensely at Georgia. "I ... I am Princess Georgia of the Emerald Land," Georgia answered. "What?? So you're a princess?? No way, you must be lying to us right?" Frederick added, staring incredulously at Georgia.

This was the best life, any girl in her position could ever have, but yet she wasn’t happy. Not at all. She wasn’t ungrateful, or anything, but she couldn’t stop, remembering her mistress, her princess. Her Princess, Eretria, of the Southern Isles. She could remember that fateful, month, that dreadful day, the prince marched into their kingdom, and took her princess, collared her, in front of everybody as she was pulled across the streets, like a commoner. She screamed and reached out for her princess, but she was held back, by the officers, who kept her still and subtle, until the prince waltzed in front of her, staring down at her.

I then gave the driver the go-ahead by signaling for the car to begin moving, and I was aware that the two cars that followed were packed with bodyguards. Dexter, on the other hand, left because he was unable to accompany me to the palace. I noticed the servants at the palace waiting at the door when we got there, appearing to be getting ready for my return. When I descended, I made my way to the enormous palace entryway. The royal guard yelled as I entered, "Princess Iris, the royal princess of Greece, has returned." They all said hello to me, but since this is as it ought to be, they didn't hear a single hello back from me. I'm not allowed to be kind since some people are Greece's enemies.

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

"They both gave birth, two beautiful girls and two beautiful Princes but your mother was only interested in the boys. She snatched one of her baby boys and replaced hers while she threw one of her girls away by selling her with a fat sum of money. Now, your father, being driven by the rage, sent the woman to the dungeon with her single baby instead of two and welcomed what he thought was his wife's child. Prisca was so heartless and went to the extent of hiding her second girl and presenting his maid's child as hers so she could receive the utmost power as Queen and the moon goddess was so mad, stating that she was going to die!" "Then what happened?" Ionna choked on her tears as she asked a

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless: