Novel & Cerita Jedi Princesses

She was a Titan Tribe princess who hailed from the Chi universe. However, the princess was still in the process of awakening and was in a terrible state. She could not fully awaken her native talent and memories because Jade had opened the coffin in advance. Even so, the princess still thanked Jade because Jade’s blood had awakened her. Otherwise, she would slumber there eternally without the blood. Jade was still conscious at that time. She told the princess that the person she could not let go of the most was a man—her husband, Xerxes Lawlor.

Justice, Equality and Pride. Isabella looked at Finn and Cortez tried to shake her off when she just brush them off with a cold gaze. "I am Sapphire Phoebe Castaline, despite being known as Adilara's exiled princess, I am standing as the Castaline successor." She looks like Esmia in many ways, there are times when Esmia tell that to her people who doesn't understand her pride and honor, she see's fit to be a queen her equality is what makes her qualified to take the throne.

"That is who I am, Aiden! I'm an Alpha Princess and you can't do anything without me! Try and prove me wrong."

The only ones who stayed away were the guards on duty and the three princesses of Salem-Zul. Princess Sunitra, Princess Nadia and Princess Zeenat. Beautiful daughters of the King and Queen. Raised as warriors and as Princes. Each one was equipped with all the knowledge and skills every man and woman should have. They could wield a kitchen knife just as much as they could wield a sword. Each one with grace and poise and an aura that could not be overlooked. Sunitra the eldest had her mother's patience and charm, she was known as the mother of the Kingdom, always looking out for it's inhabitants.

The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price. Rising from my chair, I flipped the knife in my hand, testing its weight as I took a slow bite of the apple. I chewed thoughtfully, savoring the moment. "In the spirit of friendship, Mateo," I said, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "I’ll grant you one last wish. Choose wisely. It’s the only choice you’ll ever get." "Please, Don… mercy. Kill me quickly," he begged, his voice trembling with the understanding of what mercy meant coming from me.

She shouted as if she were going hysterical. "Don't be surprised. She didn't receive any education," Princess Meliora remarked to Princess Octavia. Then she looked at me with a mocking smile on her lips. I didn't show any emotion in response to their insults, nor did I defend myself. It would be pointless to do so. In the end, I am still an Omega slave and I have no right to defend myself against any of the noble clan. What a life! {CASSIUS} "DOWN to your knees!" Morgana shouted at the three men standing in front of me. She was appointed as the Beta of my Mooncrest Pack.

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.

"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.

However, she could hardly defeat a knight, much less a band of the undead. Falstad with the princess took most of the men and went on a corridor that leads to a stairway, there weren’t any undead in their path as the area is mostly restricted to anyone besides the royal family. Tears glittered in Maria’s eyes whenever she heard the horrifying wails of her subjects, she feels as though needles pierced her heart. While walking on the corridor, and oblivious to Falstad’s plans, she asked. “Where do we go, Falstad?” “To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.”