Princess Aria Novels & Stories

Aria said as she glanced at the chair before her, signaling the maid to seat her down. "Okay, uh... What are you doing here in the castle? I thought the palace was only open to advisors, councils and the like...." Mikhail asked as he locked eyes with the young woman. "Sorry, there's no other way else to ask this but... Do you live under a rock? I'm Prince William's fiancée. Obviously I have a free pass to enter and exit at my leisure." Aria boasted as she swept her blonde hair over her shoulder and smirked cockily.

Every eye landed on me again. This time the silence felt even worse. Alpha Victor frowned. Luna Evelyn blinked. The happiness slowly disappeared from their faces. Confusion replaced it because they had finally seen me and not Selene. I was not some powerful Alpha's daughter. I was the awkward girl standing beside a spilled wine stain. The girl wearing a simple black dress. My mother suddenly looked horrified. "Aria?" My father looked equally shocked. "No." The word slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. Kael frowned. "You know her?"

“I won’t ever ride one again. It’s scary. I only tried it once when Jayden took me to Rovenshire a few weeks back.” The prince sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “Fine!” He finally agreed, but the two men shared clandestine glances when the princess mentioned her first time riding a wisp-sprite. Princess Ariah was known to be the best young spirit horse rider. And even if she claimed to have lost her memory, her body instinct should take control. It should remember its skills on its own.

Her expression was passive but her aura was one of dominance. What an Interesting mixture, Aramina thought as she stepped closer. She gave Kayla and Brenna a nod to leave before turning to the princess. “Welcome to our home, princess Aria. My name is Araminta. I am Marcus’s mother.” Araminta introduced herself politely. Aria curtsied. “It is nice to meet you, My Lady.” “Please sit.” Araminta motioned toward one of the sofas. “Thank you,” Aria said, her eyes sweeping over the place as she went to sit down.

Done hiding. I lifted my chin, meeting Agatha's gaze head-on. "You're right about one thing, Luna," I said, my voice steady and clear. "I am indeed the daughter of the Griffith Alpha King." The laughter died abruptly. I could feel the shock spreading through the room. "I am the princess Aria of the Blood Moon kingdom," I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word.

A gentle breeze was blowing on that warm spring day, bringing a pleasant feeling. The streets were decorated for the festival commemorating the founding of the Arventia empire. The people were happy and prosperous thanks to Emperor Donovan Arventia, Crown Prince Theodore Arventia, and First Princess Camellia Arventia ruling them. That was the official word from the court, but it wasn't true

“What… does that mean? You said--” The woman reached for her hood, and my heart lurched. The face that had looked at me in that hazy dream when I was in the cave was looking at me. Her face looked so much like my mother’s in the painting, but there were several differences that told me that she wasn’t. She was a relative of some sort. “Who… are you?’ “If you’d like the formality, I am Raven, the second princess of the United Vampire Covens.” She said with a small smirk. “I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.”

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“She’s so pretty!” “Go on,” Sofia encouraged her with a smile. “You can talk to her.” Aria hesitated for a moment before Belle noticed her and knelt down, extending a hand. “Hello there, princess! What’s your name?” “Aria,” she said shyly, her cheeks turning pink. “It’s lovely to meet you, Aria,” Belle said warmly. “Are you having a magical day?” Aria nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! We just got here, but I already love it!”