Princess April Genderbend Novels & Stories

“Sure, she’s a princess but she’s not even your type! I mean, she’s thin. And mouthy. And tiny. I bet she can’t even throw a decent punch.” “Who is this bitch?” Nia gasped. “Hey, I’ve been told I could have been a hand model!” Belle retorted. “And paw model!” Nia interjected. “You’re not his type!” “Why not? Because I can read and write? Oh, and don’t forget my incredible personality.” “Because you’re a filthy mutt.” Sierra growled.

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.

“I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.” My heart skipped a beat. “The other Royals know their place. I’m defiant.” “You’re not defiant, you’re human. You have thoughts and emotions. The difference between you and the other Royals is you actually express them. I don’t want to be with someone who submits to me because it’s their duty.” I smiled, for the first time realizing Sadeon hadn’t changed that much since we were kids. “I remember you saying something like that when we were young.”

“It was accepted. The Ancients considered us lesser beings, and we were okay playing the role of peasants, we thrived, we had communities, homes to call our own. It changed when one of the Ancients tampered with their own bloodline. Soren Karakous. He was a young prince who coalesced his blood with one of the changelings. It was experimental. The core of their blood was so different, he didn’t think the changeling would survive, but she did.” She didn’t think this time before speaking. “I don’t understand. Why is it that then, royal and ancient blood are not the same?”

“I thought the pills… increased my strength, like it did others, but it was far more complicated for me.” He coughed again, choking a bit. I thought back to the coughing fit he had at school. “Damian is the fourth prince,” he said. “He has a different agenda from his brothers.” My stomach plummeted. “There are four of them?” “There are eight,” Francium said. “They’re all powerful, but Damian’s… cunning. He’s not quite leading the vampires, but he is leading the downfall of werewolves.” He shook his head. “My mom says it’s a long-standing power battle on that side. They don’t have anything like an alpha king or a clear line of succession since their king was killed.”

"Get to your rooms and freshen up you two, I made food for us, I made Beef Wellington." "I'm sure it'll be amazing." "Yes. And Heather, I got you some toys as well, they're in your room, many dolls." "Dolls? What am I? A child? I'm 11 now, and I have a phone. April got out of bed feeling really good about herself, for obvious reasons. Her period just stopped, thankfully and she wasn't feeling like a bloated pig anymore. She felt like dressing up to express how good she felt, it would be a good switch from the black skirt and dark top she's been wearing to work for the past four days.

"She's worse than a commoner. What's the use of a princess with no authority or backing? She's nothing more than a figurehead!" "There are four major realms that exist in Starry Galaxy and carry the most influence. Lunaris is one of those realms, beautiful, proud, and respected. Yet their princess is the complete opposite! Ha, what a joke and a disgrace!" This last taunting remark came from the pretty girl with the magenta hair. While others mocked and brought up old rumors concerning the infamous princess, Sasha sat in shock in her seat. "She's a princess?" murmured Sasha. A part of her felt upset about being led on to believe the other was just like her.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."