Princess Elf Novels & Stories

"We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result." There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down at Eliana, his eyes running over her arms and legs. For some odd reason she becomes self-conscious of her dirty and battered appearance. She tugs on her pant legs to cover some of the scabs beginning to form on her calves. How embarrassing it is to be so disheveled and dirty in front of the third Prince of Climont. She is the only Princess of Drein, she should not show any vulnerability. "Could you not find a more bearable restraint?"

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

"Mommy, come quick!" They led her up a small staircase. At the top, crystal doors slowly swung open, revealing a luxurious vintage-style sofa—and lying on it was Sebastian. "What... is this?" Caitlin blinked, confused. Patricia grinned from the side of the sofa. "Mommy! Our daddy is the Sleeping Elf Prince. He needs a kiss from a beautiful princess to wake him up!" Oh no. Only Sebastian would come up with something this absurd. Playing the sleeping beauty prince? Really? Caitlin couldn’t help laughing. She glanced back at the crowd—everyone was smiling, urging her on.

***One Month Later Garlands of olive branches and daisies swept through Basharr's palace. The animated statues played music constantly. Courtiers and attendants hustled to brush gold leaf across the palms of every visitor. It was meant to show the prosperity all elves would share under Eden and Violet's reign.

I let the fabric fell over her body. Astounded, she spared a glance at me before looking at the cape. “It’s beautiful…” My heart clenched. At such rare times were I able to meet Elfina—said to be one of the most beautiful elf princesses in the continent, why did I meet her in a time where I’m unable to dress her as I like?

Rhae paused and stood at attention, presenting the Princess, still holding on tight to her wrist. "I found thePrincesss, I rescued her from a fighting ring where they had been holding her hostage. The fighting ring has been taken care of by my guild. As a reward for her return, I ask only for an audience with the King." Rhae spoke as diplomatically as she could, making sure to enunciate every word.

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

The charisma of a leader with a mysterious aura full of majesty radiated from the Elf King's body. The Elf Queen had emerald green eyes, lips red as blood, and skin as pale as snow. Her neck was long, and her cheeks were flushed red. Her body was slender and curved like a perfect sculpture. Her long straight hair with wavy ends at the waist has a unique mix of purple and green, like the color of a group of flowers and leaves. She wore a cream-colored silk dress with green accents that also fluttered in the wind. Softness and warmth radiated from the friendly smile that painted on the Elf Queen's face.

Hearing someone call out the princess's name, they soon saw an elf maid with peach colored hair blowing in the wind, rushing towards their direction. "Princess, this is where you've been!" Stopping to catch her breath, the maid placed a hand over her beating heart, happy to see that the princess was well and unharmed. A second later she realized that the princess was not alone, taking notice of the children. "Umm, princess, who are these people?" The maid kindly stepped closer to the princess, bending down her head to whisper into her ear.

She's not afraid about creeping down because there aren't many people around to draw attention to the elves, and she doesn't care if her silver cloak is already covered in mud. Leafland appears in all its beauty as soon as it is seen. The elf refuge is surrounded by multiple waterfalls that gush through and around it, adding to the tranquility of the picture. I still adore the fortress, which hasn't altered. In the middle of a bridge leading to the kingdom's entrance, Princess Charlotte smiles at her mother's Leafland elven palace before cloaking herself and slinking away heading towards the entrance with its arched eaves.