Nymph-princess Novels & Stories

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.

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

I loosely hold her hand before her, expecting her to pull away but she doesn’t. “Alpha Blackwood, I’m Princess Adelaide, but please, call me Adelaide,” her voice clipped but I can see the small amusement burning in her eyes. “Please call me Wade,” Right, we’re getting somewhere. I move back to my sofa. I don’t want to let go of her hand, it sends tingles down my arm. But I don’t want to scare her, she needs to be in control of this.

Perhaps I should have waited until I got her inside the house. Her hands found their way into my shirt, and she set fire to my chest as she deepened our brief peck. It's been a while, and although it isn't intentional on my part, my soldier stands at attention by his commander's orders. This backseat isn't big enough for us to proceed without risking hurting my Amante. As I pulled away, her puckered lips fluttered. "I think we should take this inside!" "Not so fast, Wolfman." I'm met with a wildness in her eyes that I've never seen before. The Lycan princess now has me in her sights, and it doesn't look like she has plans of going anywhere. Harley lifts her hand from my chest and cups my fac

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.

said a nymph with red algae like hair breaking the silence stretching over them . " I do?" Chelsea blinked at the sudden praise , here she was telling them , the news of their upcoming doom and all that the nymphs wanted to say was praise for her hair? And Chelsea have never liked her hair it was much too bright and bold to her liking - and not to forget she was the only one in the Empire with fuchsia hair . " Yes " nodded the red hair water nymph " Its the sign of blessing of Etah , such bright colours are the favourite of Etah "

And It's funny how they tried so hard even though some of them can't even pronounce words properly Holding my laughter, I spoke "Hewwo. Ay awm Pwincess wawaine. Nice to mweet yu all" (Hello. I'm princess Lalaine. Nice to meet you all). "Since the princess already introduced herself, who wants to follow?" The teacher asked cheerfully And a really cute girl raised her hands. She have a short pink hair and a fair skin. "Ay awm blythe Swilvesta. Dwaughter owf Mwarquess Swilvesta. Fwow ywears owld"

I whisper into Nerina’s hair as I look down at our daughter. “Doris Ophelia Drummond, our Princess.” Nerina whispers, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we