Ice Princess Narnia Novels & Stories

She looked adorable in her frock that she had been wearing, it being the same one that I had gifted her on her birth and that I had brought from the Claws pack. The little princess had been a copy of Michael with green eyes characteristic to the Trines and had been the center of all the attention of the Aegon pack. She had been playing with Cain’s tie right now as she tried to put it in her mouth while he tried to explain it to her that it wasn't something that she should eat and that as soon as he could he would spoil her with the best chocolates in the world.

Placing the whip on her shoulder, King Collie slowly spoke: Irina Rigil Kai is currently the only purebred maiden of my species, so I will not let her shoulder the responsibility of governing the northern lands alone as intended, she has the right to receive great protection. from this world as well as from the three purebred clans. So today, in the name of King Lewis II, I officially declare that Irina becomes a princess, the title is to give the word "Fire" to the name - Fire Princess Irina Rigil Kai, the noblest maiden of the species Vampires. Before Irina finds a suitable fiance, the Kai family will continue to raise and protect.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

"Speak of the devil." I follow his gaze and immediately wish I hadn't. Princess Elara emerges from the palace, accompanied by Lord Caspian of the Eastern Kingdoms. Even from across the courtyard, I can see her animated expression as she speaks, the way she gestures gracefully with her hands. She's wearing that deep blue gown that makes her eyes look like amethysts, and her silver hair catches the morning sunlight like fire. Fucking beautiful. Always has been, even when we were kids and she used to trail after Alexander and me, demanding to be included in our adventures.

Queen Minerva winked. “Maybe she’s going to see that young prince of hers.” Alicent teased and Bellamy blushed. “What prince?” “The prince of Sapphire.” “Oh. Is he the one?” Queen Minerva asked and she nodded. “Yes. He is THE ONE.” Bellamy giggled. … Nicklaus was waiting for Bellamy in the garden. He had promised to build a replica of the Love’s garden in New York. “Nicklaus.” Bellamy called softly and he almost lost balance due to the way his heart skipped beats.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

He majestically walked back to his throne "Can I know you by your names?" He said "I'm Alex" Alex said "The alpha of the pack" The B-Lord nodded his head "I'm Irene. The princess" "The ninth princess to be precise" The B-Lord said "Yes" I replied "I'm Liam. A soldier of the pack "I'm Sabrina. The priestess of the pack" "I'm Darcy. A soldier of the pack" "I'm Jack. The brother of the princess" The B-Lord looked at Jack intensively and said "Something didn't really add up in your story Jack"

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

Sira and Ira were also witnessing the scene in the water. "Get up!" she commanded just like how her father, commanded his subjects. Katrina got up at once. "Arianna, your real name is Ariya and you are a princess of the white wolves pack!" Jon started which made Princess Ariya stare at him. She blinked her eyes as she wiggled her legs that were hanging on the edge of the bench. "When you came to us it was in the middle of the night and you were shining like a star. Your eyes were bluish-purple and your hair was candy corn. These tiara and the pendant were inside of this gold linen!"