Greek Princesses Novels & Stories

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

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

"My dear, you are special, you are all the things you say you are but this is Lycaronia, you are no longer a princess here. You can't compete with Hera in her own territory." "I beg to differ, but am the princess of an entire kingdom—granted, I may not be one here, but that doesn't dispute the fact that royal blood flows through my veins, and being a slave won't change that." I countered. "Hera is no princess, she doesn't have the birthright that I gave; she's a mere runt. I will show her what it truly means to be a princess." Dahlia's amusement cleared and she raised a brow, "Oh, I see."

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

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

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.

Her encounters with Alcides, the mysterious figure lingering in the shadows, awakened a sense of curiosity and yearning that transcended the boundaries of social hierarchy. In the grand tapestry of Athenian history, Princess Callista was a pivotal thread—a woman who dared to dream beyond the constraints of her station, and whose path intersected with a Thracian gladiator seeking freedom amidst the echoes of conquest. The story of Callista unfolded not merely as a royal tale but as a journey of self-discovery, love, and the pursuit of a destiny uniquely her own.

Thus, she didn’t take it by heart. The royal siblings of Greece have similar physical traits. They are well-built, even the princess. It looks like they all enjoy manual labor. Their large, medium brown eyes were covered with thick eyelashes. Princess Olympia’s face is sharper and that really fits for high fashion modelling. There’s a term for that. It's already on the tip of her tongue. Ah, resting bitch face. She seldom heard it from her lady in waiting when describing Hannah’s mother, thinking Hannah hadn’t heard them. While Prince Ezio is the younger version of Prince Alexios, he has a mischievous glint in his eyes compared to his older brother, who has kindness.

Princess Alentis? "Have you forgotten her? You used to play with her before. With Prince Kirk. Remember when you saw each other’s in the cruise ship? You told us you love her!" "WHAT!?" Who the fuck is Princess Alentis first!? I never knew a fucking Princess! "Poor memory, isn't it? It's Princess Alentis of Greece. Ain't she calls you Caly?" Blocks fell on me and was unable to move. Froze to my seat, my heart palpitates as I sweat.