Princess Celestia Figure Novels & Stories

“It gets better. The phoenix seal is only worn by descendants of the ruling bloodline. The clan had a leader who had a daughter...a woman named Amarantha.” Celeste blinked. “Amar...Amam...” “Amarantha,” Cassian repeated. “She was the leader’s daughter. That means she was like... a princess or something.” Celeste gasped. “You mean Mommy’s Mommy was a real-life princess?!” “Yes. And that bracelet isn’t just decoration. It’s proof.” They looked at the bracelet again, now gleaming like it held the light of a thousand stars.

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

These were all the people I had tried to please before. But not anymore. For now, as long as I am still Luna of the Red Moon pack, he doesn't have the right to ignore my presence. “What is the meaning of this, Caleb?”. I asked him with a frown, not caring to address him by his title. There was a dramatic pause, and the Omega maidservants exchanged glances at each other, before Caleb turned to me. Even though it was only for a brief second, I saw Caleb's displeased face. I finally understood how much of a joke I was to everyone. My worth suddenly meant like trash.

“We’re leaving, I will keep vampires here to wait for us when we come back. But we need to ensure the Council is dead before King Gideon gets there, once that is done it will be over for him and we will take his castle by storm. The Princess might even think we’re there to save her, but in the end, she is going to be one of us, only a hybrid. I need to talk to the Witch about the spell she cast on her when she was a baby and see if there is an easier way to break it.” “Wait you have the witch?” “Yes!” I snapped. I couldn’t believe he was asking me something like that. I am a genius when it comes to planning. I caught her shortly after she landed here in London to join her mate, her mate thin

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.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

Sophia sat in her room, staring blankly at the mountains of luxury goods. From the day she arrived at the Sterling estate, a nonstop stream of items had been brought to her. Haute couture gowns, limited-edition jewelry, designer bags... they had nearly filled the entire space. "Miss Sophia, this is the pink diamond brooch the young master just won at auction." "These are the latest seasonal gowns, flown in from Milan. The young master said you like red, so he ordered the entire collection."

The circle pulsed faintly, ancient symbols glowing a dull crimson. She lifted the broken remains of the shattered pendant from a velvet cloth. The moment it touched the center of the circle, the flames snuffed out. Darkness swallowed the room. Then— a voice rose from the shadows. “Why do you call me, Luna of Moon Titan?” The air thickened as a figure emerged, her form half-smoke, half-flesh. Her eyes glowed a sickly amber, her long hair drifting as though submerged in water. Celeste did not bow.

That was what drew me to her—until my eyes closed. I found myself back in my cage, my body trying to heal, though the poisoned blades made sure it was slow and painful. Then, a white light appeared—I was sure it was the goddess. Her golden hair spilled down her back, her white nightdress clinging to her skin, her face veiled. That was the first time I met Celeste Orion, princess of the Crossvale pack. After that day, her visits became frequent. Though she sat outside my prison, she brought healing balm and food. Her voice was a never-ending symphony.

"My father has witnesses who will swear you were here. Who will testify to your heroic victory over the magic-wielding tyrants." "Witnesses you bought," I said. "Witnesses who understand the importance of stability." Her gaze fixed on me like a predator spotting prey. "Speaking of which, who is this girl? She looks familiar." "Nobody important," Kael said quickly. "Really? Because she looks remarkably like the old portraits of the Moonspire princess." Celeste tilted her head, studying me. "The same bone structure. The same defiant little chin." "You are imagining things." "Am I?" She snapped her fingers. One of her soldiers stepped forward and yanked the brown contacts from my eyes before I