Princess Alena Novels & Stories

Eve held her hair up high in a simple but elegant bun. Eve smiled and turned towards her son. "You are very beautiful too, dear! Look at you like a real princess!" Eve exclaimed, pinching her daughter Aleena's cheeks. Aleena was wearing a tulle skirt that matched the color of Eve's dress with a white top and a big blue ribbon around her waist. She also wore a white pearl headband on her head. "Really, Mummy? Like a princess? But .... Mummy is prettier than me! I envy Mummy...Maybe that's why Daddy fell in love with Mummy, isn't it? Because Mummy is pretty!" Aleena exclaimed again with her babble.

Allen nodded in understanding he spoke againg, "My dear queen if I may be bold" Elizabeth looked at him and said, "Speak". "Why are you showing so much concern to a mare human girl Your Majesty? Is she really Princess Aisha as they guessed before" Allen asked with expectant eyes. Elizabeth smiled lightly as she said "I wish she was.... I really wish" Elizabeth sighed deeply before continuing "She is not Aisha… She is Henry and Diana's daughter Elena". "Your Majesty…" Allen was shocked. "I was as shocked as you are when she told me the truth," Elizabeth said.

he blurted, his voice unsteady. His words made me pause mid-step, straightening. Slowly, I turned, my eyes narrowing. "What about her?" I asked, my voice dropping as low as my heart. "Matilda called," Alex began, fumbling for his phone. "She engaged with her and—" I didn’t wait for him to finish. I grabbed the phone from his hand and pressed it to my ear. "I told you not to engage with her!" I growled. Matilda’s job was simple: keep an eye on Sophia, report back, and nothing more.

Even kween, who was half-way through a selfie with a pout capable of killing, dropped her phone and glanced toward the elevator. Kween had, like, what? Forty million Estergram followers? If she was gazing, something was happening. I turned, squinting over the cubicles. I ran my hand through my white hair, trying to see— —and that's when I saw her. She was the literal definition of wealth.

she added, a hint of a promise in her words. Her words sent a pang of longing through me. A lifetime filled with moments like this was a tempting prospect, but I knew better. Alana was a princess, born and raised in a world of luxury and power. I, on the other hand, was destined to be a Luna to another pack. The differences in our lives were stark, and yet, at this moment, they seemed to blur just a bit. My concerns must have been evident on my face because Alana's cheery expression faltered slightly. But before she could question me, the rhythmic thud of knocks on the door redirected our attention.

Children with harder. Kael raises his hand. Signal. Wolves relax. Slightly. They recognize him. But they look at me. My clothes. My city shoes. My crown that exists only in blood. "Who is she?" A woman steps forward. Tall. Broad. Arms crossed. Mira. "Seraphina Alaric," Kael says. "Princess. Candidate. My—" He pauses. Word sticks. "Partner." Mira looks me up and down. Slow. Judging. "She does not look like Princess."

The bond hit me like a blow, and I felt my wolf, Rafe, stir with a force I hadn’t felt in years. Mate, Rafe rumbled, his voice a growl of certainty and possession. She was unlike anyone I’d ever seen—pale skin, like moonlight given form, and eyes that burned violet in the dark. Even from a distance, her presence was undeniable, her power humming in the air between us. I’d felt the connection snap into place, as unyielding as a chain, but I hadn’t lingered. I couldn’t. The Alpha’s Princess. I knew who she was. Her reputation preceded her, a figure of strength and grace in the northern packs. But she was also bound by duty, tied to a life of alliances, traditions, and politics. A life I couldn

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

Tito Alfie said while controlling all of his laugh. "A pleasant day to all of you, I am Katie Romero." I've started the speech. "And I am Gabrielle, and we're the stars of Alleana and Aleiahe Musical, my role is Princess Aleiahe who is still longing for their parents." Gabrielle said. "And I am Princess Alleana, who need to be brave for my sister because she's just 4 years old when our parents: the king and queen, died." I said then smiled. "Where can we buy tickets?" Tito Alfie asked.