Princesa Fea 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

" The lux princess is not only one, but there are two of us. Two princesses. But only one princess will continue this kingdom that the King and Queen started and that is the firstborn princess, Cristelle. " Adonis and Kyle's jaw dropped. They both looked at Master Asua. " Maybe she is right Prince Kyle! I have read it! The first crystal stone that you see in the book is what we called Bleu de France Hawk which means Firstborn. The next crystal stone is called Maya Blue Tiger which means the second born. And the last one is called Forest Green Eagle, which means the last born. " Master Asua hardly explained it. " That means... " Kyle confusedly uttered.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

It was none other than Princess Callista, the daughter of King Gaius. From afar, Alcides observed her movements—the elegance of her gestures, the radiance of her presence. She moved through the palace like a fleeting vision, untouched by the harsh realities that governed his existence. Callista embodied the epitome of Athenian royalty, a stark contrast to the life he now led. Though Alcides was a mere shadow in the vast expanse of the palace, his admiration for the princess grew with each stolen glance. He marveled at her beauty, the way her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and the gracefulness with which she carried herself.

“What are you all doing here?” But when I looked at the girls again, their eyes were fixated on me. I caressed my arm, feeling abashed by how they stared at me with judgments. “Elizabeth,” the prince called me. “These are the princesses. Princess Jeany, Princess Fatima, and Princess Zendrel.” “Oh!” I exclaimed and bowed down for respect. “Good evening, Your Highnesses.” “Who is this girl?” Princess Fatima asked so I looked at her. “Is she your girlfriend, Ronald?”

“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

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

"Leila!" Upon her shout, Leila snapped back from her reverie. She dumbfoundedly looked around. "P...princess..." She chased after her in an embarrassed face. Princess Liyana shook her head and resumed walking to her destination. -------- Princess Liyana is the first princess of the Grandia Kingdom. She has a headstrong personality with an overwhelming sense of justice and is a gentle person by nature but acts, unlike how pampered princess acted.

I roared. “Newsflash, you’re not on earth anymore. You’re on Kurr; the planet where your parents were killed so that monsters could steal their throne. The planet that you were whisked away from in order to save your life. Have you looked at yourself lately? You’re the image of your mother and now, with that body, you fit the image of a twenty-four-year-old princess. The only thing we had going for us if they happened to catch us was that scrawny boobless body. Now it’s gone,” L’oana said angrily.