Midnight Princess Novels & Stories

"My name is Rose." She laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "You learn fast. I like you." She finally released my face, straightening her skirts. "My name is Madame Marie. Head of the Establishment of Midnight." Her eyes raked over me. "The Crown Prince asked that I personally induct you into Midnight, and I can see why he has taken a liking to you. Pale skin and red hair." She reached out to touch a strand of my hair. "You are a rarity."

“You shouldn’t be ashamed, Mids.” Midnight rankles at this, her eyes flying wide, and Jesse’s wolf turns in an eager circle. Because honestly he does think that they exist, he just wants to know more. A great deal more. This week Midnight has staunchly refused to take him to spy on the Atalaxians, but she has accidentally dropped some information about a dark palace on the other side of the world that she calls the Fancy House. And a Prince who lives there. And the cakes she gets to eat there once a year on the Day of Darkness, when she is allowed to go and mingle with everyone else.

Looking down, I saw four golden paws, almost the same color as my hair, just shinier somehow. I looked over at Nadia, or should I say Midnight. It is extremely rare that a female wolf is black, but Midnight is, more or less. The Midnight blue was so dark it looked like black with a silver glow. She looked amazing. Then I heard her. “My children. Finally, you find your true form. I am proud of you both.” The Moon Goddess told Dawn and Midnight, who both bowed. The moon goddess then laid a hand on each of our heads, and then she disappeared. And before I got to think of it, I felt my body cracking, and I stood on my two feet.

Alpha almost never smiled. 'He does when he's with you,' Mia reminded. I waved my hand as if to dismiss her and her voice in my head. There was nothing I could do to save what I wanted now. Then, as the song ended, they approached. “Rosie,” he said, pausing beside me. “This is Princess Selena.” I bowed my head to the both of them in a show of respect. “Welcome to Midnight Pack, princess Selena,” I told her. Was that a tremble in my voice? I hoped neither of them noticed.

She didn't want to be sure "What... did... you say?" She whispered in a shaky voice. Raglan brought his face closer to hers and let his cold demonic finger brush over her skin. "You are already with the next prince. Micah, the youngest of the princes of House Midnight." He stepped away from her and his glorious robe swayed along with him. "Technically he shouldn't have been the next but it seems the earth has its own plans," he finished and left her presence. Hazel snapped out of her sleep with a racing heart.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Kingdom of Aethermoor Two Days Later: Nightfall The door to Princess Eryndra's room creaked open and the maid stepped inside to find the young princess sitting in front of her dressing mirror, already dressed to retire for the night. Her nightgown was simple but elegant, fitting for someone who'd grown up knowing she was royalty but had never quite felt the weight of it until recently. "Good evening, Princess," her handmaid greeted, bowing slightly.

Just a black text box. [NEW MESSAGE]: AUTHOR_ADMIN Congratulations!!! You're coloring outside the lines again, Rina. The Masquerade was supposed to end with your humiliation, not a standing ovation. Nice job! But do you think the Midnight Rose makes you a Queen? It makes you a target. WARNING: The manuscript has been seized by the publisher and it's self-correcting. If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset.

Prince. “I think the universe hates me. How could the meeting and this event happen at the same time?” “The universe doesn’t hate you. It’s a way of telling you both to divide and conquer and make a statement.” She checked her phone. “100k viewers are waiting for the show on YouTube. The venue is full. So just relax and break a leg.” “Thank you.” I hugged her. “It’s now or never.” “Okay, babe. You don’t wanna ruin your suit. You look like a billion bucks, by the way. The real Princess Tara and Author T.S. Prince in one outfit.” She turned to the screen. “The Midnight photobooth is a hit.”