Princess Elena Scepter Novels & Stories

Then she spotted them. Princess Selene was laughing freely, her arm linked with Elara’s like they’d known each other for years. Mira and Lizzy walked beside them, all four wearing matching silver-and-moonstone bracelets that sparkled every time they moved their wrists. Elara looked genuinely happy—relaxed, smiling, like she actually belonged there with a princess treating her like an equal. Anika’s stomach twisted hard. Her nails dug into her palms, reopening the little cuts from last night. The jealousy burned her like fire.

Huda Rael | Male Alpha | Status: Divorced Scent: Dry cedar and iron Profession: Head Guard of the Pack Personality: Traditional, disciplined, emotionally reserved Background: A capable alpha who follows pack law and order. Nothing is outwardly wrong with him, but his rigid belief in tradition caused the fracture with Liniluna. Clara Elwin | Female Beta | Liniluna's Best friend Scent: Warm herbs and smoke Profession: Healer’s Hut Worker Personality: Blunt, loyal, protective Background: Liniluna’s closest friend and shield against pack judgment. Arranged the blind date believing Liniluna deserves choice.

"We don't know what House Valerius wants with the Star-Metal Crown. We don't know why Maeve survived when her entire continent sank. But she has answers, and she has the only key that can open a path back to the North." "It's a trap, Elara," Dominic said, his baritone softening as he stepped closer, his large hand coming up to rest gently against the side of my neck, his thumb tracing the hot line of my jaw. "If you step onto that ship, her sentries will isolate you from us. She has the Eastern scepter. If she combines it with your Sovereign aura..." "She won't get the chance," Zane purred darkly, a sinister, lethal smile spreading across his lips. "Because she isn't just inviting the Queen.

Lorenzo tried to hold her back, but she gently bypassed his grip. As she stood, something extraordinary occurred. The gaping, bloody hole in her chest began to glow with a brilliant, luminous silver radiance. The flowing blood stopped instantly, reversing its trajectory, flowing backward into her body as the shredded fabric of her white dress sewed itself together with threads of pure light. The skin knitted back together seamlessly, leaving behind only the glowing, seven-pointed mark of the Guardian line. Lorenzo stared in utter shock. "How...?" Elena looked down at her unblemished chest, her silver eyes burning with quiet, divine authority. "Because I am not completely human, Father. I am

Her eyes burned with a lethal, predatory fire. She walked straight up to the platform and sat upon the ancient seat of the First Crown, a big chair carved from solid black granite. Elena rested her hands on the stone armrests, her claws extending just enough to drag against the granite. She sat as a Queen taking back her realm. "Vanya, Garrick, Kaelen, Marcus," Elena called out. Her voice rang through the vaulted ceiling, commanding immediate obedience. "Step forward." The four warriors strode to the base of the platform, bowing low.

Like her mother, her eyes speak of her heart. Princess Elara is the only daughter of Alpha Dark and Luna Rebecca. She rules the heart of her parents and not only that, but she is everyone’s favorite. All the lights of her room were turned off, the only light coming in was the moonlight from the window. Suddenly someone jumped up through the back wall in her window, and the shadow of a man appeared in the light of the moon. His eyes stare at the body sleeping in the bed. Her hair fell over her face, one hand over her belly, and the other over her chest. She is taking slow breaths and sleeping so peacefully. The man jumped inside the room through the window, he slowly started walking towards E

“Tialha, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you or Dominic. I was just taking a walk in the woods, trying to clear my head.” Tialha was a duchess at one time, she was meant to be the ruler of WoodLily. Or, as Dominic would say if he could talk, she was meant to be his Luna. Either way, they were both meant to be rulers. Dominic’s aura is still strong, even after all these years and Tialha’s ability to manipulate the earth element, the fae’s element, is very strong.

Prince Valor was now King Valor. Aynyra attended his coronation, standing beside him as he received his crown and sceptre. He had no Queen, but he had Aynyra. Aynyra stepped forwards and was blessed, receiving the band of the spiritual leader. A ceremonial sash was tied around her wrists, binding her forever to her spiritual responsibilities to the Kingdom. The sash was cut in the middle, leaving a strand hanging from each wrist. She sat on her throne beside her brother as the Priest chanted in Lystaria, followed by the court standing and applauding.

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

Elena smiled brightly at the cheering crowd while Angela slowly lifted her trembling hand toward her face to touch her. “In the name of the future queen…” Queen Elizabeth sliced her own palm lightly, crimson blood dripping onto the ceremonial altar. “Elena.” Angela lowered her hand and decided to watch the ceremony. Queen Elizabeth handed Elena the golden dagger. But the second Elena touched it, the blade violently flew from her grip and shot across the hall. Gasps exploded around the palace. A hand caught the dagger smoothly. Silence crashed over the crowd. “And who gave you the right,” a sharp voice echoed dangerously, “to declare her the next Queen of Witchcraft?”