Princess Elena Scepter Novels & Stories

Appropriate, considering the wounds this entire debacle was reopening. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to throw the glass across the room or finish it. My gaze returned to the screen. There she was. Elena—Princess of Moonstone, once presumed dead, now revived and radiant and standing beside Derek like the Goddess herself had plucked her from the afterlife for an encore performance. Her chin was high, her dress understated but elegant, her expression carefully measured. I took another sip of wine. Derek looked good. Commanding. Polished. A true Alpha in a tailored black suit.

“Decline it and just send a gift on my behalf.” He nodded his head, but he looked like he was contemplating something. After a while, he sighed and reported, “As you wish… but… Princess Elena also received an invitation, and she might attend…” My eyes narrowed immediately, and my face darkened as I leaned back in my chair and clasped my hands together, feeling my temple pulse with the incoming headache. I shook my head as I uttered in disdain, “Grand Princess Geline is cunning. Her sweet appearance is nothing but a mask to hide her cruelty…”

“Let this kingdom die with me, the last Majere prince. Maybe someone new should rule, or better yet, we should hand the power over to the people.” “But you aren’t the last Majere prince,” Eleanora announces sweetly as she opens a fan that she pulls from her belt and begins to fan her pale skin that has suddenly flushed pink. “Thanks to you, I have an entire brood of eggs almost ready to hatch. Princes and Princesses, all of them Royal Majere. Your progeny, Primus, crafted from your seed.”

“Let me see it, come on.” Anna-Marie insisted, taking a step forward into the room. She stared intently at Eleonora, waiting for her to make any sudden, suspicious movements. Eleonora gulped, her eyes wide and alert. She knew that anything she did at that moment would get her into trouble. Knowing that Leonardo wouldn't even save her from this witch's clutches made her even more afraid. She switched the phone to her other hand and then handed it to Elizabeth who also has her hands behind her. Elizabeth almost gave them away, but she chose to trust Eleonora and keep her cool.

They were in his private meeting room. "My king," Princess Elena began with a slight bow. "I came to know if you have caught my thief," she said, her eyes fixed on his smooth sculpted well-defined chest. His long chiton and himation dress all clung to him like it was made for his skin. "Unfortunately Elena, I couldn't track down the thief but I am assuring you that I will still keep an eye on that thief. And it also seems as if you are not the only one looking for the thief, he has gone to almost all the Kingdoms to steal one thing or the other in their various Palaces. So be patient, I will catch your thief for you." Heaven told her straight, not beating around the bush. "If that is all you

His Alpha aura rolled across the ruins. Several warriors immediately lowered their heads but not Seraphina. She simply smiled. "Still arrogant." Kael looked unimpressed. "Leave." "No." The answer came instantly. Seraphina twirled the silver dagger between her fingers. "I came for the Crown." Lucien laughed a dangerous laugh. "Join the line." The woman's gaze shifted toward the underground staircase. "The Crown belongs to House Lunareth." "It belongs to Ariana," Selene snapped. "Does it?"

They were wrong. My mind flashed back to the clearing of the neutral border camp hours ago. I could still see the blinding, pupil-less fire in Elena's silver eyes as she stood over a defeated Alpha Vance, forcing the global High Council to pledge their secret armies to her unified crown. She had looked like an indomitable Queen, completely healed from the silver gas payloads that should have rotted her core. She had stolen my crown. She had stolen the throne room. And worst of all, she had taken Kaelen.

Tears already dripping down my eyes that everyone could notice. Silas stepped closer to me, his massive frame trying to back me up but I adjusted my hand upward to him - a signal that I needed no word from him. At least not yet. Silas froze. Like he was surprised on why I did that but he remained where he was. My Godmother closed her eyes briefly, collecting a ragged breath as though gathering strength. “My name is Elena Caelthorne,” she said softly. “I am your father’s elder sister and your father Israel Caelthorne, was the first prince of the Caelthorne family.”

“The last time, I warned her. I cannot make her mine. I never will.” Lady Seraphine lunged forward, grabbing her scepter to strike, but with one cold glance from Liam, the scepter ripped from her grip and flew across the chamber, slamming into the wall. Everyone froze. “Let go of my daughter or… ” “Or what, Lord Kaelith?” Liam’s power surged, dark and violent. “Your daughter crossed a forbidden path. And this path can cost her life.” Princess Elara began to rise into the air, choking as an invisible force tightened around her.

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f