Princess Elena Story Book Novels & Stories

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’.

Something worse, her breath faltered and her lips parted. "Alessia?" Luca whispered. "What do you see?" Slowly… painfully… she turned her head. Her eyes locked onto his. "I see the pedestal," she whispered. "I see the book. And Luca…" Her voice trembled. "It's not closed anymore." Princess Elowen stiffened. "What do you mean? The book sealed itself when the door shut!" Alessia shook her head violently. "No.....Something else opened it again, something someone—is standing beside it."

I squirmed to lie on my back on the bare tiles,my eyes didn't seize to just do badly. “Oh my…. chosen mate!!. You look so……you don't look good!!”. Princess Elena barged in with her servants from the night blaze pack..she wore a black skirt that was hanging on her tie,a singlet and flat slippers to match. Her hair was packed in a ponytail,with so many beads on it which clearly relates to the message of her being the princess from the night blaze pack.. “Don't touch me!!”. I warned,when I saw how she advanced towards me with hurried steps.

There goes a day’s worth of work, I grumbled yet remained transfixed on the djinns play. Unamused by the flashy display, I waited for the djinn to settle itself. The tendrils of its cloak wrapped by my waist, and I let it. It wants to faze you, Calaf. I saw my reflection in its hollowing black eyes. Dark orbs rested, producing a single bright flame for an iris. The depths of its eyes reveal how much it knows. “And… how do you know this?” “I read it in a book,” she replied. I rolled my eyes at this, which in turn resulted in a whack to the head.

Gal went back to eating her lunch without wanting to add to the argument. "Well, no one believes it anyway." Elena said with an amused laugh. "The fragile Gretta is the White Princess who is always protected." I refrained from rolling my eyes, and restrained myself from denying it. Telling them that this White Princess is dirtier than them. Screwed my sister's fiancé, and has no regrets about it. But I chose to return to my food. I ignore whatever ramblings Elena has, whereas Gal often replies nonchalantly to her ramblings about her nail polish.

Elena points to my wet sweater. I sigh as I remember that this sweater is the only cloth I own right now. Indeed, I wonder what my past life was like. Was I wealthy and living in a big city? Then why is no one looking out for me? I haven't even seen a helicopter or a boat go by until now. Did I have no family then? I look at the girl in front of me, since the family took me in, she has not left my side. Elena is clearly the princess of the family. She is so much different from the embittered Magda.

The car pulled away into the night. A few minutes later, the gates of my mawereon was closed behind us. Elena stiffened beside me as Silas opened the door. The night air brushed her soft skin and I watched her take it in like she might run if she could. She didn’t move until Silas reached for her arm. I leaned in then, close enough that only she could hear me. “Be of good behaviour, princess,” I whispered, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You’ll find life here much easier that way.”

The way my magic shimmered around me like wildfire trapped in a glass jar. He did not say anything at first. But he hovered. Constantly. Elara studied the frost patterns that formed whenever I paced. She poked one of the frost vines with a stick. “I have a theory.” Lucian groaned. “You always have theories.” “Good theories,” she said. “Terrifying theories,” he corrected. Elara pulled a book from her sleeve, because of course she did. “According to the prophecy, the realm bridge is not a thing. It is a person.”

“A human princess with a werewolf mate. Said to be sent by the moon goddess herself. When Reade was hunted, Lilliana split the world in two to save him, creating Aruyios.” “That’s just an old bedtime story,” Tobi said, clearly unimpressed. “No. You don’t get it. I know this story.” He raised an eyebrow, and even Yufrus looked up from his cart of books. “Lilliana wasn’t a princess—at least not in the story I saw. She was the daughter of a Duke. Duke Lockwood. I saw it carved into the beams of the old church near Lenweil. The whole church is filled with scenes about the Order and their victories. Lilliana is their centerpiece—the missing princess.”

Elena announced. "Oh, Elena?" Beta Adam went and opened the door for her to get in. "Congratulations, your Highness," Elena bowed numerous times in greeting. "I'm glad the moon goddess granted us our wish and made everything written in the book come through." Elena was happy that King Zed got another mate.