Ima Princess Novels & Stories

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

I lay beside him and wrapped my arms around his waist. A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door. I stood up and opened the door. A woman was standing outside, and she smiled at me. She looks in her thirties, but I know better than that. Supernaturals look young even though they are already a hundred years old. "Hello, Princess Calla, I'm Amara. Did Prince Amir call me? " "Ah, yes. Please come in. " She smiled and stepped inside, only to pause for a few seconds when she saw Amir's appearance.

October 30, 1797... Princess Lovera gave birth to her and Prince Dalleon’s firstborn, Amira. Even as an infant, her beauty was already evident. The entire Kingdom of Sadan rejoiced at Amira’s birth. A grand feast was immediately held across the land. Vampire musicians volunteered to perform during the celebration. Everyone paid homage to the newest member of the royal family.

The remaining divine beats were deemed inferior, treated like mere beasts, slaughtered and enslaved. Amaika was a rare divine beast, the last living pure breed Werephoenix. They were captured and taken to the palace of the crown prince of Illumine. They were never heard from again until Natalia died but if it was the crown prince of Illumine, she never assumed anything good. "What makes you think I've changed?" "We sensed it. Still, we are happy to have you back" "I'm glad to be back. Is there any news out that I showed up in the capital?"

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

"Why?" "It was for your own good, Ithel," she said softly. Her gaze was unapologetic. "Who is that?" Aurora asked in spite of herself. The prince's shoulders slumped. "Empress Aurora, may I present Crown Princess Calla. My wife."