Northern Water Tribe Princess Novels & Stories

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Nimuel gaped at him, "Haz'th, is the Princess... dangerous?" Haz'th chuckled. "Only the reflection, Lady Nimuel. Princess Saayan is as just a ruler as they come, but she does not have a very friendly personality. She is seriously misunderstood, but her subjects revere her." They crossed a small wooden bridge near the edge of the forest, to a small alcove. This place looked like a small and simple village- a few wooden huts and a few cattle roaming around. To Aelanor, it looked as mundane as a rustic mortal village hamlet.

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

Asla panicked, silently happy that daddy had spared her from marrying that Barbaric monster of a king. King Dreg of the Northern kingdom of Sulcar was known to be a fierce and vile king who kills without a second thought. King Egret cleared his throat. “I am to offer up one of my daughters for a wife as a tribute and I will be damned if I offer up my Regal princess of Thanes to that barbarian.” All nobles and officials nodded in understanding, they all drank from their chalice in celebration of peace in their kingdom. Meanwhile, Ilena stood numb with the chalice in her hand. This was a death sentence that she had just been told, to be the wife of the ruthless king of the North....

VIKTOR'S POV The old woman walked over, carrying a wooden bowl of steaming porridge. Then she sat on a low stool beside me. “They call me Armada, High Priestess of the Goddess of the Creeks. The water told me of a dying wolf with a prayer on his lips.” She smiled, “it’s rare to see one refuse his own death by praying against it, but also willing to tear his own wounded body apart to shift just to stay alive for the one he loves.”

“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.

The princess of the hybrid tribe then followed after them. ‘’GAHHHHHH!’’- Princess Vibia felt pain in her head, right after he entered the arc. Princess Vibia is back! WHAT HAPPENED… The members of hybrid tribe who’s supposed to face their rule bowing their heads quit their honoring act and quickly ran toward her. ‘’Princess Vibia fell on the ground! Gather all the great shamans and healers! -------------------- Sixteenth page of DEOS—commandments

I looked at Dalia who had a small frown on her face. "Excuse me," she muttered, before walking to the door and opening it. "Hey," she called the attention of another maid who was walking past our room. "What's going on?" "Don't worry yourself, it's just Luna." "What happened this time?" Dalia asked. "Princess Nuria is visiting tomorrow," the other maid answered. Princess Nuria, the famous hybrid princess of the human kingdom. Her mother was a noble-blooded she-wolf who was mated to the human king.

Dryad sagged his head into his neck as his freckled face turned red while his uncle jingled him around, everyone laughed along with the scared little girl. His uncle’s plan worked he has finally relaxed everyone within the haven, for now. “Humph! At least only Oshoshi knows I’m not a child any more and the princess--” Suddenly, his uncle stopped. “Hooo~ gist me. The princess must be very pretty since she is also sharing the genes of a water Nymph~ that reminds me of her hot face~ ha, the late Queen Memphis. How I wish I approached you sooner~” “You are getting too old for that, uncle.” Dryad twittered.

I pulled the ancient, blood-stained scroll of the Old Northern Dynasty from my belt, holding it up so he could see the royal sigil—a seal that predated his petty lineage by a thousand years. "My mother wasn't just a 'soft-hearted fool' for you to break, Silas. She was the last keeper of the True Blood. I am the only Princess of the Old North, a Sovereign by blood and by blade. And today, I am stripping you of the only thing you ever cared about."