Princess Elena Scepter Novels & Stories

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?”

"Killian is alive. I can feel his heartbeat in the very iron of this planet. He is the fire coming to cleanse this house, Julian. And I am the light that will guide him." "Enough of this heresy!" Elder Kael roared, finally finding his voice. He reached into his robes and pulled out a ceremonial silver scepter, a relic designed to channel the collective authority of the Council. "You are a commoner with a stolen gift, girl. You will submit to the Silver Line or you will be extinguished!" Kael lunged, swinging the scepter in a wide arc. A pulse of dark, suppressive energy—the concentrated 'Command' of the Elders—shot toward Elena. It was the same energy that had kept generations of Lunas in ch

Elena reached out with long, manicured nails. Jackson stepped smoothly in front of her, blocking her hand. "She’s sleeping, Elena," Jackson said with a tight smile. "Don't wake her." Elena pouted. "You are such a papa bear. Well, I brought a gift. A genuine antique." She opened a velvet box. Inside was a beautiful, handcrafted silver rattle. It was encrusted with small sapphires. "It belonged to the Habsburgs," Elena boasted. "Only the best for a Sterling princess."

"The Trial of Sacrifice is complete. Princess Elena has proven that she values the many over the one, even when the one is her most precious bond. She has passed all three trials." He knelt before Rosemary, and one by one, every person in the chamber followed suit. Hundreds of werewolves, from Alphas to Omegas, kneeling before their princess. "All hail Princess Elena," Elder Marcus proclaimed. "Last of the royal bloodline. Rightful heir to the Lycan throne. Protector of all shapeshifters." "All hail Princess Elena!" the chamber echoed. Rosemary looked around at all the people kneeling, and she felt overwhelmed. "Please stand," she said, using royal command without thinking. "I don't want peo

Raven stepped forward immediately, pulling a jade talisman from her sleeve and handing it to Serena. Serena raised the object high. The sunlight caught the intricate carving of a Phoenix rising. Instantly, every Enforcer dropped to one knee, heads bowed low to the ground. "The Luna Queen’s Sigil is here," Serena’s voice rang out, laced with Alpha command. "To see the Sigil is to see Luna Queen Eleanor herself. Princess Aria, why do you not kneel?"

She looked at him and smiled “I, Elleanna Rose Dragonia, do solemnly vow to all of the above. I vow to do my best and to never take advantage of my position or my title.” She said before bowing her head. He smiled and Dracon stepped forward and placed the crown on top of her head before holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and smiled as he helped her to stand and then to walk up the steps towards the thrones. She turned and stood in front of her seat as Fredrick handed her a golden scepter that had a dark purple dragon on top. She lifted it slightly with a smile before she bowed her head gracefully to her father-in-law. He stepped back and spoke loudly that echoed throu

"You did not share that with us before. Is that why Climont wants you dead? Why Drake wants a marriage?" Eliana swallows her tears, but they continue to build. Does she tell him? Is this the end? Her heart is constricted and a sob wracks her chest. She shakes her head, looking down. "Then what is it," he pushes, refusing to move. His body is trembling, an overbearing rage taking hold of his being. "I. . ." she pauses in order to hold back her tears. "I am Eliana Georgian, Princess of Drein." The silence that follows deafens her and fear causes her to not be able to look at him.

Then, she’s here with her friends. “Wait a second!” Elena called out their attention which brought them to a halt. “You were Magicians?” The two stared at each other confused. “Yes,” Alfredo told her. “As you are.” “No,” Elena replied. “You two must have played something in my mind. I am Elena, Princess of Boldon, Granddaughter of the High King. By his Highness’ name, return me home,” she commanded. Alfredo laughed heartily. “You never said you are cool.”

His gait was steady, and so was his piercing gaze, that held the trio in a dead lifelessness. "I am warning you, Centaur..." Aelanor took an unsteady step towards him. "The name is Pylaieus, and you will do well to remember that." "Pylaieus, listen, it is not what you think," Nimuel said. "It is precisely what I think, and understand, Lady Saeltheriel. There is no use trying to deceive me. You are trying to destroy the Kingdom, and take down Elektra with it. But you have no path forward, none at all, getting out of here." Pylaieus said.

Since Cory’s death, she and Ragnar had been too occupied to even think about it. Now that Lennie mentioned it, suddenly, a trace of hope rose in Elena’s heart. “I can stop the snow using the relic on my own. Why should I give it to you?” she smirked, “Do you think I am as stupid as you are?” Elena heard Lennie’s breath get heavy at another end. But the princess didn’t curse or hang up the phone. For a moment, Elena even thought she heard the princess’s sob, but when Lennie spoke, her voice was normal.