Princess Elf Novels & Stories

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Princess? Sh**! Elora is a princess because she has Royal blood in her veins. She was none other than the neice of the werewolf king himself. She was the neice of Volkan Knight. And now he thinks it was me who hurt her.

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

I think it’s pretty obvious what I’ve been up to, she didn’t need to ask, so I just looked away and avoided her eyes. Princess Elsie looks magnificent and she’s the typical description of a fairy tale princess that I read in books and watched in cartoons as a kid. She is at least five foot an nine inches tall with long blonde hair that is neatly packed without a strand out of place. Her skin is flawless and without a single blemish. When she spoke, I notice her one sided dimple on her right cheek.

I trailed off. “I understand. Maybe you could summon me again, soon?” “Of course! Thanks for being the friend I needed.” I hugged him before I commanded the room to send him home. What a day! • • • *3 days later in the Elf Realm* So Evie announced me as the Princess of the realm and there was a little chaos, as expected. They didn’t accept me because I was part werewolf but the majority didn’t argue because for one: it’s the Queen’s wishes so duh & for two, I was a kid— I’m harmless!

Her tone isn’t hostile but neither is it kind. At least she can talk. Maybe I can make her sympathise with us. “I’m Sif, Chief of this tribe. What about you? What do they call you?” “I am A’el, Princess of the Fairies. I don’t remember my fiancé telling me about sheltering refugees. When did you and your fellow creatures arrive?”

The elves would glance at them in wonder, a great white wolf, and a riding princess with a lantern at hand. Some elves cursed. “Low-life shifters!” “That’s the Princess of Hala and her wolf guard!” the other would gasp. When they reached the house, the two almost collapsed. They were shocked to find inside was in complete disorder, as if a tornado had gone there. A sound of glass broke in the kitchen. “What is that?” Malaika wondered. They sauntered to the dining area. They stared at each other in horror to see a young girl, probably four years old, with emerald-colored hair braided perfectly with an orange ribbon, eating chocolate cake on the table.

Iana requested, gesturing to the prince. The forest pixie darted out of her hiding place, her tiny figure zipping through the air with remarkable speed. Prince Edon couldn't help but be startled by the sudden appearance of the magical creature. "What's that?" he asked, his eyes wide with wonder as he watched Elva leave. "They are forest pixies," Iana explained, her voice holding a hint of fondness. "Elva is one of my favorites, and she has been by my side for many years."

his eyes were now pleading. Taken aback, I did not know what to say. My perfect brother and his perfect wife. Lady Nasrin. Pure blood Elf princess from my mother’s tribe. Always perfect, with her golden skin, plump lips, dark eyes, perfect hair, perfect looks, incredible in every way, always polite, smiling, strong, proper - the perfect Elf, the perfect daughter. Nobody was surprised by their wedding, it all seemed pre-arranged. Rare times I saw them, I could feel the obvious connection they shared, yet it all seemed very transactional and somehow unreal and too “perfect” to me.