Male Princesses Novels & Stories

“What… does that mean? You said--” The woman reached for her hood, and my heart lurched. The face that had looked at me in that hazy dream when I was in the cave was looking at me. Her face looked so much like my mother’s in the painting, but there were several differences that told me that she wasn’t. She was a relative of some sort. “Who… are you?’ “If you’d like the formality, I am Raven, the second princess of the United Vampire Covens.” She said with a small smirk. “I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.”

She raised her hand and fixed a rebellious lock of hair in front of her eyes. She sighed softly as she calmed down. She and Mirabelle really looked like two drops of water and she had the chance that nobody had: She was the look-alike of a princess and she should take advantage of it. She always knew how to differentiate her professional life from her personal life, so that's what she had to do... She was Mirabelle d'Orient, a princess and she should behave like one... Two knocks were heard at her door. She hurriedly closed the dressing room and took a good posture before allowing the one who had just knocked to enter... It was her two maids. Mila and Zora. Mirabelle had told her about them.

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.

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.

If the seed of the husband and the womb of the wife shall breed life, then the ocean will regain its own life through the glory of union that will soon welcome a heir of royal blood. "The crown Princess name was 'Mar Alondra Brinedale: The Sea Queen of Hope and The Priestess of Holy Fertility', she have a twin sister. However, only one could inherit the throne and Mar Alondra was the first born." "A marriage of Royalty and Nobility was immediately held. However, they were not able to immediately execute the ritual when the second princess killed her eldest sister's betrothed."

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"

"Today is the day that my children will unveil themselves in front of us. The long-awaited appearance of my son, the newly crowned Alpha King will reveal himself here along with my two daughters, the Crown Princess Cassandra and Princess Cherish." I chuckled mentally when I heard the name of Crown Princess Cassandra. She has the same name as our Luna Casey of Dark Soul Pack. "Behold! Princess of Oak Plain, Cherish Ylea!" A loud gasp roared in the row of military personnel. My eyes widened upon the second daughter and Princess of Oakplain passed by me. On my peripheral vision, she was wearing a military uniform. When I looked up and saw who she was, I couldn't help but have the same expressio

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

He stopped beside me and surveyed the crowd. “Why are you all here?” Ten warriors immediately pointed at me. “Marek,” I said flatly. “Control your people.” “They are not children,” he said. “They behave like children,” I replied. Someone whispered, “She is not wrong.” Marek’s jaw twitched. “Explain.” One warrior stepped forward nervously. “Alpha, we simply wanted the princess to bless our rooms.” Marek stared at him. “Bless your rooms.”

Not only was she a Duchess, her other titles included Countess and Baroness but her highest title was the one her Mother had treasured and the one her Aunt had coveted and believed she could take from her when her Grandmother died. ‘One has to don many disguises to catch a prize worth catching.’ Khalid signalled to his men and they surrounded the horse taking his reins and leading him into the stable, she did not struggle when one of them lifted her down from his back and set her in front of the Prince. With a huff of annoyance, she turned to walk out of the stable, ‘If you wanted the horse back that badly you could have just asked me.’ She said then let out an ‘Ooof’