Princesa Valiente Novels & Stories

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

"Good, you're awake. Want to watch Mr. Bellandi smash what's left of his life?" I looked at him. "What did you do?" "Nothing dramatic. I just put the truth in front of him." Nico sat beside the bed, his smile faint. "No one hurts the Valenti princess and walks off without paying the bill." The screen on the wall lit up with security footage from the villa living room. Investigators had temporarily released Matteo to retrieve documents. He walked in and found Vivian sitting on the carpet with Lark, luxury shopping bags piled around them. In the trash lay torn pieces of a photo of me.

One month passed by, and Valerie is almost happy. Now she has a family for whom she was searching and wishing. But the title of the princess began to feel more like a weight than anything else. Except when the name of the Raven clan comes up, King Arthur and everyone in the palace become furious. But apart from that, they all are so sweet with her. She is overwhelmed and basking in the joy of their love. They showed her the portrait of the woman, who is looking exactly like a replica of herself. She is the late queen of the Ernest clan, Queen Alicia Valerie Ernest. Her father has given her the name Valerie because she looked like a miniature version of her grandmother when she was born. But

They all pale in his comparison. Realizing she had no use in the dungeons after the last of the prisoners were helped out, she jogged towards the Castle, where more soldiers were assembling after sensing the sudden invasion. She wanted to see Arnold win this war. Quickly climbing the stairs while dodging and killing the enemies in the way, her prowess curled ahead like the waves of a tsunami, swallowing and breaking those who refused to bow in front of her. The daughter of a King, the princess of Alvar, was finally walking the bloodbath leaving nothing but soulless bodies behind. In the midst, her scarf fell somewhere in the corridors revealing the beauty of five Kingdoms together. The blood

"The morning had not yet dawned, but the princess ,riding on horseback, led the troops toward Valiant as fast as she could. But there was no way they could all reach the capital in time, and those on foot quickly fell behind. 'We cannot abandon them!' the princess cried as she turned her horse around. With arrows specially made for such a time, Princess Mairwen shot clouds of fog at the enemy and confused them. The imperial troops now could reach the open plain, where one last stand would be made for Empress Aurora and the Valiant Empire. 'We will not give into tyranny. Take heart!' the princess cried. "Just as all hope was lost, the first ray of the sun peeked over the horizon. The pirates

Valery pushed her glasses up her nose once more, and stood up straighter with her hands clasped behind her back while carefully thinking over her words before she spoke. “I have overheard a conversation mentioning the arrival of visitors from Astanza on my way here.” The King’s care for his nieces was determined by their resemblance to their mother, the late Princess Leanna. Valery had learned from some of the senior staff that the King had shared an extremely close bond with Princess Leanna during their childhood before Valery’s mother had become fed up with the royal life and ran off with a Civilian Knight. Except for her curly hair, which she inherited from her bastard of a father, Valery

the prince with brown hair said. As they are arguing about me being Lucas, Leo, and Jude’s master, I looked at the princess with violet hair. We made eye contact, then I smiled at her and lifted my magic for a second. Her eyes widened, then she stood up. Everyone seemed surprised, then she kneeled in front of me. “I apologise for the late introduction, I am Valentine Blood, the heir and the next successor of the Lamia Kingdom,” she introduces herself as she kneeled in front of me. I guided her to stand up, that's why we are now both standing.

he says. "Why do you keep on calling me Val? I'm Charlotte." He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, you are Valentina De Luca the Princess of all supernatural creatures," he smiles before bowing. "I can't be her I am only turning twenty-one- years old in a few days and Valentina well no one knows what happened to her."

, Valen said casually. That statement alone sent shivers down her spine. “But you claimed you loved her and chose her out of the many princesses you could easily get”, Brenna started, “You surely won’t let her slip from your grasp”. “Yes, I was intrigued by the stories I heard about her. The warrior princess. But I won’t marry her with another man’s child growing in her. I won’t marry her with the stupid man alive either”, he said with a low tone.