Lost Princess Novels & Stories

I stare closer into the heart of the wolf world where the palace stood with Lucinda. All started when a young prince, his name Douglas, woke up. His girlfriend was still in bed sleeping peacefully, they didn't know a great evil was about to fall upon them. Prince Douglas was the only child of the first Luna of King Morris. His mother had died when he was eighteen, she was murdered by his father's mistress, Pandora.

My chest tightened again at the thought. Everything had happened so quickly. Too quickly. One moment I had been in my world, in my life—whatever that had been—and the next, I had woken up in a place that should not exist. A place filled with glowing crystals and ancient magic, where nothing made sense, and yet everything seemed to revolve around me. A lost princess. The one meant to restore Lunara. The one who could charge the Heart Crystal and bring balance back to a kingdom that had been surviving on fragments for years.

She looks confused. "I guess I must have missed it. They're not easy to find without knowing what to look for." She drops down next to Leo. "We'll get the serial number and find out who it belongs to." She shrugs. "That'll have to wait till morning, we can do this all later." She said before latching the gate before she and Leo disappeared back into the house. 'Goodnight Hetty, see you tomorrow.' I mock them to myself. Oh well. Not much I can do about it for now. I climb back in the cot and close my eyes, ready to see what the morning brings.

I reported with a hint of relief. "Excellent! Now slip into this elegant black dress and these matching black flats," Mrs Haggadah instructed. The dress gracefully fell to my knees, adorned with subtle diamonds that shimmered, while the flats also boasted delicate diamond embellishments. In this ensemble, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. Mrs. Haggadah then worked her magic on my hair, carefully arranging my long waves, topping it off with a floral crown. I knew this attire would undoubtedly draw attention, but I realized it was a necessary risk for our mission. Disguising myself as a maid wouldn't suffice.

He would not let her face that world unprotected — not when he’d sworn to claim her, even if it meant defying his bloodline, even if it meant starting a war. Meanwhile — deep within Ironfang Keep Lord Garron sat behind his heavy oak desk, the candlelight throwing jagged shadows across his face. His spy knelt before him — trembling, pale, still dusted with snow. “You lost them?” Garron’s voice was soft, but it carried the chill of the mountains themselves. “My lord, they vanished. The entire camp. There’s… there’s nothing left.” “Nothing?” “No tents, no weapons, not even footprints. It’s as if they were never there.”

"Sometimes the hard choice is the only choice. Sometimes one life is worth sacrificing so hundreds can survive. There are people who understand this. People who can make problems disappear. Quietly. Cleanly. An accident. A power surge gone wrong. It happens with unstable hybrids." "Stop," Celeste whispers, but it's barely a protest. "You don't have to decide now." He slides a card across the table—blank except for a phone number. "But when you're ready to take back what you've lost, when you're ready to save this pack from itself... you know where to find me." He stands and disappears into the crowd before she can respond. Celeste stares at the card. Her hand trembles as she reaches toward i

Jr asked slowly. Helene stared at the portrait and nodded her head. “This is Princess Lucy, how did you find her?” she asked happily, her face brightened. “What did you say?” Viktor asked as his brows shot up. “She is Princess Lucy, how did you get her portrait?” she asked Kael, who was still in shock. “But her name is Lily, a poor orphan and now a maid in the Clearstone palace” he said absentmindedly. No wonder she hated him as the king, no wonder she had seen him as pure evil.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

“Someone’s playing games with us.” Sophia stayed silent for a moment. Then she said quietly, “This wasn’t luck.” Daniel frowned. “Then what was it?” She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t know. And somehow, that unsettled her more than the attack itself. — That evening, the mansion was unusually quiet. Sophia sat alone in her room, scrolling through reports. Everything had stabilized. Too perfectly. Too quickly. As if the crisis hadn’t been solved, but erased. She leaned back in her chair. “…Who did this?” she whispered. No answer came.