Modern Day Princess Novels & Stories

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

His words send warm in my heart making my anger towards him slowly fade. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "Alright. You're forgiven." He beamed. "How's your night so far?" I thought about it. "It's pretty good, actually. I met a few royals and a few other Prince and Princesses." I said. "But I haven't met any of the Kings and Queens yet. I guess you could call me lucky." Fred chuckled. "Of course. There are only a few Kings and Queens here at the moment. The only kings and queens here are from the Faes, Trylles, and King Luke and Queen Elizabeth."

I have the strength of my parents and the love of the guys in my life I guess its time now to start living. The next morning we awoke to an alarm of rouges at the border, thank god for Theodora building the huts, my guards have somewhere to stay, so fighting the rouges where always easy with there help. Is this how my life will be from now on? Yes. We are werewolves we will always be fighting and now that I'm the queen of the vampires, I will be an easy target but the bright side is we are always prepared, will I change anything? hell no. I started of this journey as a Hybrid princess and end it as a Hybrid queen, my only hope now is to move on and live finally enjoy life, the life my parent

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

So, she made up excuses after excuses that she has no business outside until her public appearances become near to nonexistent, until she was a rumor within a rumor–unless she was forced to make an appearance as the heiress of the crown–rare though it may be (no one would be glad to see her out and about, anyways…) but she was fond of flowers… so she made it a point to be seen at least daily, briefly, if only just to tend to them… her flowers, her garden. She twirled a daisy before plucking it's petals one by one, watching them being blown away by the winter winds away from her. The Princess, now of age eleven, is currently not in a good mood–and all hell breaks loose (debatably literally or

' He tells me with a smirk. And that was how my suffering began. I became a maid in a palace where I used to be a princess. A soft yet painful chuckle escaped my lips as I approached the pack brothers. I had been living in the pack now for two years as a maid, with no food nor shelter.

“I've never had a Princess in here before. That is as kind as you are, Princess Chloe.’ I was still getting used to the title. It was harder this time around because before I was Princess Harper, I wasn't using my real name, but now I was. Now my name was out there. Now everyone knew that Chloe from Blackstone Pack was. Actually, the Princess of the King. I followed the seamstress into the back and inspected the rows and rows of dresses. “There is a lot to go through,” I finally said.

I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news now that we already just reconciled! She led me towards the sofa of her office. By the way, her office was just simple. Compared to my office in the United States of America, her office was just so simple. My expectations would be so gigantic and grand. Because she is the first Royal Princess. She was the next in line with the Royal King. Basically, she is the next queen so she deserved a huge space for her workplace. But moreover, I think I already know the reason behind this. Princess Catalina was never too grand when it came to her things. She would rather choose the plain and simple rather than the most grand thing that she could ever have. Betwe

“Who?” Lee asks, “The princess?” Cindy turns her dead brown eyes to him. “She’s not royalty,” she snaps, eyes blazing, waving her gun like she is hosting a TED Talk for jealous dumped Bond girls. “She’s just a spoiled brat who gets away with everything because she’s her daddy’s only living kid and men think she’s made of fairy dust and broken sob stories.” Lee raises an eyebrow. “I bet she has perfect cheekbones, though.” I elbow him. Or try to. It looks more like a sad shoulder shrug with intent.