Magic Princess Novels & Stories

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

I said carefully, “but I can play your favorite game with you for a little while if you want.” Her eyes sparked. “Really?” she asked, voice quaking. “Really,” I replied. She squealed in joy, stamping her little feet as she spun in a tiny circle. I giggled. “So what is your favorite game?” I asked, leaning back on my hand. “Pretty Princess Power Dance!” she exclaimed. I blinked. “I…don’t think I’m familiar with that one,” I said, smiling. “How do I play?” “Well,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I’m a pretty princess with magic powers that I can only use if I do this really cool dance sequence and it lets me shoot pink fire out of my hands and it makes my enemies go poof!”

Jays Mum Marie was the first onto “Mistress” as soon as she saw Mia she flung her arms around her, oh your still here with Jay. “Yep, he hasn’t gotten rid of me yet,” said Mia as she hugged her back. She pulled back and then froze, she had spotted Princess Rota, not believing her eyes. Mia realised.

"Lady Violet is everything alright?" "Just a little emotional right now, Chloe. Look at Amaya." "Amaya, my lady? Oh my goodness, Amaya!" "Does your smile mean what I think it does?" "It means, my lady that your daughter has agreed to be a princess. A queen one day. But most importantly, my wife."

Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll. When the rumbling of the earth stops, I stand, looking down, still unable to believe what I’m seeing. Dominic, Tialha, Buppig and Hyacinth come to stand beside me. Only through her triumph Against the darkness to come Can their species Be born again Buppig says and the creepy, magical feeling ripples over me again. Buppig looks up at me. “I think you just fulfilled the first prophecy, Princess.”

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

She was floating above Eric. “How can this be?” asked Eric. “Eric, did you break the spell?” asked Theo. “Yes. Yes, I did.” “Wait! Hold up. Hold up!” said Tabitha. “Come on, break!” grunted Eric. “Why won’t it budge?” asked Kevin. “Back up, back up!” ushered Tabitha. “What is it?” asked Eric. “Who’s this?” asked Kevin. “I’m the Fairy Princess’s fairy,” said Tabitha.

A black falcon could be found from the large balcony on the chamber where the tribe princess chose to rest. It was -Shregi-the black witch who helped her performed the dark magic almost a month ago. Stepping at the dark balcony, the moon became the princess’s sun since a month ago. The day often weakened the body of the princess like that of a snake which always hides from the dazzling rays of the sun. She could stay for a while under the sun but not long time.