Ice Princess Novels & Stories

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

_FLASHBACK_ I was able to catch a glimpse of the new princess. She was a beautiful baby. Her light mocha complexion and black wavy hair with purple strands within it made her eyes, which were a deep purple with flecks of lavender in them pop. She was going to be stunning when she was grown, and she was going to be mine. “What a beautiful baby girl you have there.” I drawled. “What the fuck are you doing here Ulrich? I have no idea how you were able to sneak through security, but you need to leave now before I call the guards.” Prince Harhream growled.

He had only done this for a few minutes when he stopped abruptly and shouted; "By the power vested in me by the moon goddess and as the oldest member of this royal family, this child shall be called, VERONICA CHARLOTTE SILVER, DAUGHTER OF LUNA ISABELLA ROSELYN AND ALPHA KING CHARLES ERIC SILVER OF THE SILVER MIST PACK. Citizens of the Silver mist pack, behold your princess!" He declared authoritatively, and the people cheered happily.

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."

My high heels are purple and covered in purple gems. After I'm dressed I follow the Empress the Imperial princesses and my mother out of room the followed by my four ladies in waiting, Lady Marina Filimena a descendant of Aphrodite, Lady Venus Hermia a descendant of Hermes, Lady Akino Solana a descendant of Apollo and Lady Caroline Solana Akino's twin sister they are also doubling as my bridesmaids while the two Imperial Princesses are my flower girls

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

But, I also invited my team and their siblings with us too to show our support for the Academy's Princess - The raven-haired ice Princess that held the official title of 'Belle' at the Academy. Despite the icy, flat tone she shows outwardly, those of us who have taken the time to get to know her know that she's not at all very icy. Unlike the jerk of a best friend that we've all titled the 'Ice Prince'. Unlike Arte, he's genuinely a hardass who just wants to see the world burn.

She held it toward her daughter with a satisfied curl of her lips. “To the fall of the High Realm’s most beloved princess,” she said, each word dripping with delight. Seraphine laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut the air. She clinked her glass against her mother’s, eyes bright with triumph. “To the beginning of our reign.” They drank. Seraphine sprawled back in her velvet chair, one leg draped over the other, her gown shimmering in soft shades of rose gold and cream. She looked breathtaking, radiant, victorious. The look of someone who finally believed the world had been set right beneath her feet.

Then she leaned in a little and said: “Look, Iris… that beautiful girl over there is Princess Sophia, Prince Kevin’s fiancée.” I looked in the direction Maya pointed, where a girl was standing next to him tall, with long silver hair reaching the middle of her back. Her skin was very pale, and her eyes shone calmly. I sighed and said: “She’s very beautiful.” Maya said with a smile: “Yes, she is. She’s our princess.” Then I suddenly exclaimed in surprise: “But she doesn’t look like you! She doesn’t have green skin or a strange appearance!” Maya laughed and said:

"Mama, don't worry. I'll take back every wound I've suffered, and yours along with them!" Mama smiled and gently stroked my hair. "Good girl. You really are my daughter. But promise me you won't push yourself too hard. Your safety and happiness matter more than anything." Three years slipped by in a blink. Dressed in a tailored black suit, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. My mother Isabella slipped the ring that marked the family's heir onto my finger herself. "From today, you are the Moretti Principessa." Over three years I took over the family's shipping, arms, and intelligence networks. My methods were decisive, and I became the "Ice Princess" ev