Novel & Cerita Princess Elena Scepter

Back to normal, Back to the cottage,where she could try to forget all about who Ben's father had been. She took a seat on the long leather sofa facing the fire about ten feet away. The prince went on standing, which made Elena wished she had remained standing too. He started to speak. ‘I hope you have begun to come to terms with what has happened. This has been a deep shock ; I acknowledged that’. It just seems impossible. How on earth did Lizzy get to meet a prince. Prince Raphael arched an eyebrow, ‘Not as impossible as you might think. Your sister's career as a model would have been taken her into the social circles frequented by my brother’.

“But to my surprise, to our surprise, the one we thought was long gone and buried now stands right in front of us. She has found her way back to her People.” “Hah,” I let out, shocked. Damien steps in front of me, shaking his head in disbelief. “Wait… are you saying… Are you saying Elena is the—?” “Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying. Her highness here is a lost wolf princess. Daughter and only of our leaders. And the last of the lunaris bloodline.” Silence. “It also means that moving forward and without any question, we have pledged our allegiance to her and we shall do whatever she commands.”

Beside her stood a fully armed unit of royal guards. The moment Prince Adrian saw Queen Elena, the sword slipped from his hand with a loud clang, and he began trembling violently. "M-Mom? Why are you here?" Queen Elena's gaze was ice-cold. "Was I supposed to stand by and watch you kill the true heir?" Everyone froze. The true heir? Queen Elena turned around. Her gaze swept past me, past Mira, and finally, to everyone's disbelief, landed on Rosalie, who was perched on her broomstick munching on her baguette.

“Did he get a hold of the scepter?” “No.” Elaina lifted her hand which still clutched the item. “Elder Lionel gave it to me and I ran.” “Then all is not lost.” Samantha said reaching out a hand to take the scepter away from Elaina. “You did well.” “Not well enough.” Elaina mumbled allowing Samantha to take the weapon from her. “I tried using it on Rathial, but it wasn’t strong enough.” Samantha had to ask Elaina to repeat what she had said, not quite sure if she had heard her correctly. “You used it against Rathial?”

Selene masked her jealousy with a fragile smile. "Alpha Zander... my mother isn't a bad person. She was classmates with Luna Hannah at the Academy. This was just a momentary lapse in judgment." "Could you help me? If you keep the video private, I'll do anything you want..." Zander's expression remained as cold as ice. He looked down, his eyes locking onto her chest. Selene was wearing a complex, crescent-moon ruby pendant. Zander's pupils contracted. He remembered from an investigation that this piece was the only heirloom left to Elena by her deceased parents.

He was waiting. Just her. Eliana. Every time the door creaked, his gaze flicked. Every time fabric swished, he turned. And then—she came. The voice of the god rang out: “Eliana, the Princess of Kallistar and concubine of King Drakonios—the human princess—is here.” His breath hitched. He masked it instantly. No one noticed. But his soul did. She stepped in, and the world… slowed. She was veiled, yes, but it didn’t matter. He could see her. The way the violet silk draped her figure. The way her necklace—his sister’s necklace—rested perfectly at her collarbone. The name engraved on it: Tharros.

The man practically placed an order—brunette, gray eyes, makes jewelry, and preferably answers to the name ‘Freya. Inner Devil 2: ‘And she’s no beauty! She’s so pale, I bet vampires think she’s one of them!’ Inner Devil: 'Who knows, she really does have fangs. Freya, find a wooden stick, somewhere.' “Yes, that’s right!” Behind Princess Elara stood her mother, Lady Celestine. “We have always been open to Elara possibly inheriting the throne after Aldrich, but that doesn’t make us murderers. Andre admitted that Kenneth paid him. That is what we should be investigating, rather than blindly believing the great Mr. Wright.”

the leader of the eunuchs, Eli, quickly hugged her, saying that it was he who saved her and not her father the king. "Eli," she muttered weakly. It was the only word that comes out from her mouth in conjunction while shedding her tears. Her body, although she was able to move now but it still weak and trembling with fear. "They're gone, Princess Amayah. Your parents and Princess Aloha are gone. They are all dead." Eunuch Eli said while crying as he hugged her tightly. Then he suddenly released her as his eyes widened. "You need to get out of here. You need to escape."

The air froze the instant I uttered it. Even Lance, who was simply enjoying his food after a long battle, came to a standstill. Henry, on the other hand, appeared anxious as he rushed up beside Riel. Not to stop him, but to help him if a conflict ever breaks out. "I am Elia Royalise, the First Princess of the Elven Empire. Are you even worthy of my kneeling?" "In my opinion, only those with the strongest fist have the right to stand up and speak. You are the First Princess of the Elven Empire, but other than your beauty, I don't see anything exceptional about you."

"Go talk to your perfect little princess." She pulled a metal pendant from her pocket and dropped it into his hand. His eyes caught on the deep, half-moon cuts in her palm—self-inflicted. Then he looked at the pendant. The Rennar family symbol. His stomach dropped. His memory flashed—Ilyana’s fingers brushing his chest, the swift movement as she'd dropped something onto a servant's tray. His hand flew to his own chest. His crescent was gone. "Give your princess a message," Elira said, scorn dripping from every word. "She's wasting her time. The moment our contract ends, you're all hers."