Princess Aurora Novels & Stories

Loyalty to her pack defines her, yet every instinct warns her that the dragon court is one vast territory fight she cannot win by tooth and claw alone. Aurelia, Sea-Dragon Princess of the Leviathan Isles — Eyes as deep as trench-water and hair that shifts like tide-foam, Aurelia carries the hush of ocean trenches wherever she goes. She slips through waterways beneath the palace at night, surfacing in unexpected courtyards, observing more than she speaks. When she finally chooses words, they arrive like a rising tide—slow, inescapable, and impossible to ignore.

His body still lay with Trina, but his mind already belonged to someone else. Aurora. Trina almost spat the name out loud, but swallowed her hatred along with the wine. No one would steal him from her. Not that bastard. Not that fallen princess who could barely sit at the right table. Trina drank the rest of her glass and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The wine was bitter, but nothing compared to the taste of the anger burning inside her. She looked at Thales once more. The warrior chewed without appetite, but his eyes were still fixed on Aurora.

hi,this is my first novel. Hope you enjoy! CHARACTER LIST Liniluna Vale | Female Omega | Age 29 | Status: Divorced Scent: Rare earthy scent of wet soil and crushed leaves Profession: Healer’s Hut Assistant (unofficial, outlaw role) Personality: Quietly defiant, observant, emotionally guarded Background: In a pack where omegas are not allowed to work, Liniluna secretly assists at the healer’s hut with her beta friend. Her independence makes her an outlier and a subject of gossip.

The monastery was unusually quiet after Cassandra's departure. No gunfire. No explosions. No shouting. There was only the lingering weight of unanswered questions. Lorrie stood alone on the balcony overlooking the sea. The cool breeze lifted strands of her hair, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her. She wasn't Grace and Carlos's biological daughter. She was Princess Aurora. And somewhere out there, a woman claiming to be her aunt had just turned her entire life upside down. She wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't want any of this..."

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

"You really don’t remember anything of your life as a servant?” “Yes, sire." Ariana gazed at him, almost pleadingly, as if hoping he’d sense the truth. "I woke up in a body that feels wrong in every way. I—I—do not know... I cannot explain it." The Princess gave Kaleb a pointed look. “So what do you think? Is she crazy, or is she just playing a game?” "I can’t say, Your Highness," Kaleb answered, bowing slightly. "I think the cloaked shadow that just attacked her might be tied to the missing seal. It can go through walls, and—”

I asked one of the Royal Pack warriors that had surrendered after waking up to find their Alpha dead. “Yes Sir. Her name was Jules, Alpha Jason banished her after she threatened to tell Luna Crystal that Ariel was his” “Did Ariel know where her mother went?” “No sir. Ariel has spent most of her life locked up. Alpha Jason said she was an insurance policy to stop Jules telling anyone about him being the father” “Tell me this, that girl had clearly been beaten and with silver instruments before she received her wolf judging by her scar. Were you one of the wolves to beat her?”

"Anyway, are you in one of my classes?" "Yes, sir. 8:00 to 9:00 am. Mythology and Folklore," I dictated. "Oh, then you might want to tell me your name so I could recognize you in our class," he suggested. I mentally screamed with his suggestion. He just asked my name. I know it's just nothing, but he still asked my name! "My pleasure, sir. It's Aurora Lynne Lopez, but you can call me Aurora or Rora." "Or babe," I mentally said and screamed in my own craziness.

Aynyra paused her healing, "Are you sure?" "The men won't touch me anymore if I'm not pretty." Aynyra's face darkened, but she complied, healing the wound just enough so that it would still scar, but heal mostly on its own. "We have a long day ahead of us, but I can assure you, with me as Queen, such behaviour will never be tolerated by anybody in this kingdom, ever." Aynyra's face was still twisted with a scowl, but she allowed them to continue dressing her in her finest day gown. She needed to make an impression as future Queen, and the blood-red dress would acknowledge both her power and grief for the war and lost lives. A red Queen. A Princess of Death.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.