Princess Elena Scepter Novels & Stories

“That was my mother's.” “I have nothing left,” I said, my voice gone so hoarse I barely knew it. “No pack, no mother, no home. This is all that's left.” “Please.” I, Elara Hale, the proudest little princess Silver Mane had, said please. Cain's pupils contracted. His fingers loosened on the edge of the table, his body leaning slightly forward. “Since it's your mother's keepsake…” Seraphine arched a brow. “Cain, that pendant is a fake.”

It positioned the points directly over Klaus’s exposed heart, preparing to drive them home to extract the final drop of his lineage aura. Elena didn't look at the talons. She didn't look at the black briars that were already beginning to coil around her own boots, pinning her to the muddy floor before she could lunge across the chamber. She reached into the pocket of her tactical vest, her fingers wrapping around the single, remaining object she had managed to grab from the platform before the Council seized her—the small, ornamental dagger that Cecelia had dropped into the dust during their duel. It wasn't forged from celestial silver. It was cheap, decorative iron plate, completely useless

“So what do you want me to do?” Elena asked as they continued down the corridor. Elaine glanced at her before answering. “I know you and Kael are close, and because of that I want you to keep an eye on him for me.” Elena frowned. “Aren't you two together?” she asked, genuinely confused. “Why would you need me to watch him?” “Because I don't trust Princess Seraphine,” Elaine replied. Her voice remained calm, but there was a sharpness beneath it that Elena rarely heard. “Everyone else seems enchanted by her, but every time I look at her I feel like something is wrong.”

One wrong move and I know the basin will fall and Constantine will win. “The current queen, Queen Solenn, is Crown Prince and Prince Toreen's mother. The late Queen Charlotte was Prince Kohen and Princess Ofelia's mother. Prince Xyrus's mother is...”I trailed off and raked my brain for the answer. “First, you earned the favor of Prince Kohen, and now you are aiming for the Crown Prince? Are you that ambitious, Elowen? If the seat beside them is what you are aiming for, I suggest you drop that basin now and leave.”

But it was still not a good thing if Ace read it, and she was not sure why she was just standing to the side and letting him do it. Gwen put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. “Ace, please, don’t read it. Just don’t.” He gave her and look and pulled his shoulder away. “Why? It’s none of your business. Elizabeth Aelisia… that name sounds familiar and seeing how the Govorner had relations is writing about her it seems like my thoughts are right. She is the princess that died all those years ago. The sister of the Queen right?” Gwen sighed.

King Uther put my hand in his, and Elliot thanked him. Elder Cedric started, “We are gathered here today to crown Prince Elliot’s mate, Elisabeth Fox – Beard, as Princess of the Northern Kingdom of Dragons. Elisabeth has been key in finding abuse, wherever it may be, and destroying those who commit it, within the law. She has an uncanny ability of finding out the best place to take the accused and have them tried and punished. She is also humble enough to know when she needs to ask for help. She has been kind to the people she has rescued, including going to see them weeks after the fact to make sure they are well. She likes to set them up for speedy recoveries and makes sure they have all t

Elena asked, glancing at what Lumina conjured up. “This is a scepter which can let you see what happens In the future. Do you want to tempt fate?” Lumina asked, moving the sceptre towards Elena. “Yes I would.” Elena said. “No she wouldn't. Elena please think this through?” Uriel asked, holding her arm. “I did okay? Like you always say I have to be strong and what better way can I be if I don't get a chance to be one. Please Uriel allow me.” Elena said, taking off Uriel's hand from her arm.

The image in the mirror silenced the entire hall. It was Elena, chained in a dark dungeon. She knelt on the cold stone floor, silver chains cutting into her wrists, blood trickling down her pale skin. The poison of the 'Bone-Gnawing Silver' sent spasms through her body, but she clenched her jaw, refusing to make a sound. The nobles watched in shock. That was the princess of the Moonlight Clan, heir to one of North America's most ancient bloodlines.

The whispers began immediately, a low hiss of murmurs that her heightened Luna senses picked up with agonizing clarity. “The low-ranking omega?” “Goddess, look at her scent… she smells entirely of the Alpha King.” “Where is Devon? Is it true he’s in the black cells?” Elena kept her face completely frozen, staring straight ahead at the raised dais where the massive, carved obsidian throne sat. She didn't weep. She didn't look at the floor. She forced her legs to move, stepping up the stone stairs of the platform until she stood before the grand pack Elder, who held a golden chalice filled with ritual blood and moon-water.

So all this time, Queen Elisa was working. She looked at Chloe who smiled at her and gestured her head towards the waiting soldiers. "Thank you," she said without looking at the queen before she descended the stairs. Queen Elisa was momentarily surprised and then she smiled softly. "It is I that should be thankful." "Mother..." Queen Elisa turned and saw Prince Zephrain, Prince Ciaran, Princess Zillah and Neptos. All three royal siblings are wearing their royal armor designed by the blacksmiths of Markus themselves. Her gaze stopped at the latter two. Princess Zillah had her auburn hair up in a tight ponytail with two auburn locks at each side of her face.