Princess Aries Novels & Stories

Cleo shouts at Aramir from above, half in humor. *************************** Princess Aria sits on a hammock of vines with tiny purple flowers growing all over it. She fidgets a lot in her emerald dress, which falls up to her feet. She hates dresses. But here she is now attired on one. If only Marmee Rose can see her now. She suddenly misses her and Popsie Reed too. Princess Aria stares around her surroundings. The place seems really peaceful. Her Queen Mother must have spent most of her time here while she thought of her lost daughter. She recalls her own sadness for the feeling of longing for someone who is an essential part of you.

I sink down beside Roland as he encourages his friend to live. "What happened," I growl, and Luis's bloody face shifts to the direction of my voice. "They got me in the bathroom...drug me out here..she could feel my pain....she saved me..they got her...they got her Roland," Luis mumbles as his consciousness fades. I ignore Roland as he pulls out his cellphone. Ben- Capture all Rogues!! PRINCESS SASHA HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED. WHITE CREST WE ARE NOW AT WAR. PRINCESS SASHA IS MY TRUE MATE, YOUR LUNA. WE WILL NOT REST UNTIL SHE IS FOUND.

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

By Aries howl, it announced to everyone her place in this kingdom. Her place as the queen of Cosmos Kingdom. The Luna of Cosmos kingdom and the mate of Adrian Cosmos.

The kingdom needed a Luna. The pack needed stability. And Ryan, whether he liked it or not… Was the future king. What Ryan didn’t know… Was that they already had names in mind . Two women in the were single handed picked out of the pack and would be tested and questioned And one out in them would soon become the center of that decision. The One who never asked for the role. And another who had desired it for years. Aria. And Selene. And the choice between them would ignite a chain of events that would one day shake the entire kingdom.

A faint shimmer of glitter at her collarbone caught the light as she moved. Three women trailed behind her—Charlotte, Becky, and Vicky—each stunning in her own right, but together they were a force. They laughed at some inside joke, shoulders brushing as they scanned the room. Ariel’s confidence wasn’t loud—it was magnetic, a quiet kind of majesty that made people straighten when she passed. Carl’s eyes locked onto her instantly. “Who is that?” he murmured, almost to himself. His friend Dylan smirked. “That, my prince, is Princess Ariel. Rumor is she’s been abroad for years. Guess she just landed back home.”

I turned my fury on Macro. I splattered paint across his ceilings, floors, walls, and all his expensive furniture. And he grabbed me in the bathroom, pulling me tight against his chest, his hot lips pressing against the side of my neck. "Sera... be a good girl." Sera? My parents hadn't called me that since Karen came home. They would only ever yell my full name, Seraphina. A sharp ache hit me, and I returned his kiss, turning all my resentment and pain into wild, urgent desire.

*Ariana* "No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

Stepping over the pile of ash that was once my mother, I head around the desk and pick up my fathers phone. “Hello, councilman Fergus, it's Princess Lyra, we need your assistance. My father and mother chose to stop breathing and I am now in charge. Please make your way to the mansion” I hear him scoff and grumble before I hang up. I repeat this three more times to the higher ranking council members. By the time I have finished Demitri has returned and let me know that he has had some of the maids put drinks together in the lounge for everybody when they arrive.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.