Magician Princess Novels & Stories

The Demonic woman said. My stomach churned with nerves. The twins moved within her, their energy mirroring the turmoil as I realized this powerful being was Prince Caspian's older sister; he spoke of Princess Briar. "Briar." Prince Caspian said, hugging the newly materialized Princess. Princess Briar embraced Prince Caspian back, and as she let go, she hugged Duke Maurice. I could see that, her presence grounding them amidst the swirling magic. Princess Briar smiled at Prince Caspian, ignoring Serena and I's presence in the distance as she let go.

That is her power that is her signature magic! This garden glasshouse is filled with flowers that she made grow using the “bloom”. Behind the scenes… the meaning of this “Indigo Salon” is nothing more than a show-off power and abilities display of the princess in front of other noble ladies… This is not a gathering… it’s a warzone! My noble lady demeanor may subdue them… but if push comes to shove I’ll have to prepare my escape plan! I entered the glasshouse and walked towards the direction the servants indicated… I secretly spread a few spider familiars as well as some volatile familiars in case the princess tries to do something funny… just in case… I am definitely not planning anything…

Her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat, and she quickly looked away, desperate to hide the storm in her own eyes. Mira, watching it all unfold, felt a spark of fear—and awe. What was it about this princess of Crescentmoon that had the king so captivated? She had meant only to hurt, to humiliate, but instead, the act had only drawn Seraphina and Nicolas closer. Perhaps… she had bewitched him. Witchcraft, surely. Everyone knew the princess of Crescentmoon was not only a Lycan but also a silver witch. Even a newborn would have heard the tales.

The lycan princess cast her gaze over Maggie like the girl was unimportant and she moved to Amber’s side calmly. “Come. We have a lot to talk about.” Maggie took a few steps back, gasping breathlessly as the Princess interlocked her arm with Amber’s and together they turned in the opposite direction. Seeing them together, it was more obvious to everyone present. There was no denying it. Never mind what Maggie said. This wasn’t. Some voodoo or witch spell. It was real. Amber was a royal lycan. Mina’s frame shuddered and she pressed a cool palm to her cheek to calm her shock. Today had been one hell of a day with several things happening.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Meanwhile, as Marcy walked out of the dark place where Clara was caged, she whispered to herself, “Keep your toxic, rageful personality to yourself. I can’t be hurting people because of your emotions.” A voice replied in her head, “And so what? She told me I was nothing!” Marcy replied calmly, “True. You are nothing.” The voice replied, “I am the soul that’s been immersed in magic for hundreds of years. I am not nothing! I am a princess.” Marcy chuckled, “Was a princess, actually.” The voice hissed, “I am the most respected princess in the Realms.”

“A masque is a masque. Alaric. My King is holding it. It’s nothing to do with me. I didn’t ask him to invite the man.” “But you knew it was in his honor and failed to mention it.” He followed me down the stairs. Speaking in a low enough voice, others couldn’t hear us. I didn’t deny that. “Least you’re not bothering to play at ignorance.” “I usually don’t.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Increasing my pace. Alaric’s lips twitched in contempt. He tilted his head dangerously. “Where are you off to in such a hurry, Princess?” “Queen.” I corrected. Voice raising in outrage that he refused to acknowledge my title.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

“What wolf…?” “There is an old legend tale, talking about The Moon Princess. The wolf that will rule over everything. Her fur will be pure white, and she will be strong, she will be different, she will be the Princess of the wolves. There will be no end to her strength. But also, it could be a curse. The power can consume the wolve if not used correctly.” Tala sat more upright, and she was very intrigued in what her mother had to say.

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.