Princess Ella World Novels & Stories

The Pegasus started flying in the air and in the blink of an eye, it accelerated its speed and arrived at the kingdom within seconds. "It seems like Prince Arthur is starting to like Elora. The way he looked at her, it has a meaning!" thought Mila. "There is no doubt, Elora will become the next Princess of this nation. They are both good at fighting and casting spells. I looked forward to seeing them holding hands together."

I let her scream, cataloging every word, every insult, locking them away in my memory. Elara sneered, taking my silence for submission. She decided to twist the knife, aiming for what she thought was the ultimate, devastating blow. “You think you belong in Julian’s world?” Elara laughed, a shrill, hysterical sound. “At the Gathering, the legendary Alpha Heir of the Blood Moon Pack is making her debut. The Princess herself. A true, pure-blooded royal! They say her power is terrifying. They say she can bring Supreme Alphas to their knees with a single look.”

“According to the prophecy, the realm bridge is not a thing. It is a person.” Marek stiffened. “Elara. No.” “What is a realm bridge,” Lucian asked. “Someone who can anchor two realms together,” Elara replied. “Someone whose power acts like a channel. Someone who can stabilize or destroy the barrier depending on emotion.” Lucian pointed dramatically at me. “She is the Queen of Accidental Weather.” I rubbed my forehead. “Do not call me that.” “It fits,” he insisted. “You laugh and snow happens. You frown and the walls turn into ice sculptures. You sneeze and we might get hail.”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"Miss Estelle, this is the room of our Mansha Amyrgia-Santifaller. And the one that is in the throne is her Majesty herself. Lady Imeldine from the House of Emirvas." Essi has heard of this name not from any subjects in high school or random trivias that could pop up during forums. Her parents mentioned Lady Imeldine in Essi's search to list the elusive princesses as part of her assignment. Indeed, Lady Imeldine is from the House of Emirvas probably, the current king’s fourth younger sister. She is the princess 13th in succession to the throne of the Kingdom of Baselea. She's already 45. It is already a good age to find wisdom. Essi cannot help herself but get enthralled, almost losing her c

A grin stretched across her lips, and as I approached, she practically bounced in her seat. “Oh my God, look who finally decided to crawl out of her castle!” Ella beamed, dragging me into a tight hug the second I was close enough. “Girl, I was starting to think you’d been locked in a tower somewhere, waiting for a prince to come save you.” I let out a small laugh, shaking my head as I slid into the booth across from her. “Trust me, Ella, there’s no prince in that house. Just a king who thinks he owns the whole damn world.”

"That little kid who fell in the water... that was you?!" The tips of Alexander's ears flushed. "Yes." "I've been looking for you for ten years." Sophia suddenly laughed. "But you were only twelve then, and I was sixteen. I'm four years older than you." She raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't even had my first crush, and you were already in love?" Alexander looked at her, his gaze clear and earnest. "Princess, do you want the truth?" "Go on." "Because you were like an angel," he said softly. "You saved me, and you were so gentle. You made me believe there was still light in the world."

becomes the person he protects. NEW MISSION: PROTECT THE PRINCESS OF VALDORIA VIP ASSET- Name: Princess Elettra Eleanor Ravena Age: 24 Role: Princess of Valdoria, public face and privately restless. Appearance: Pale Mediterranean, high cheekbones, dark hair often worn loose or in constraining braids for formality. A guarded smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. Strengths: Political intelligence, fluent in diplomatic nuance, capable of hiding emotions behind courtly grace. Secretly trained in riding, fencing, a little marksmanship (modern princess who prepares quietly).

said amaairas in a stronger voice wiping her tears . " From now i'll never be back here , i'll be in the human world without my powers ." announced Amairas ." The crown awaits the new queen ." she added " What about this child ? We can't leave such a dangerous creature she is the child of the moon queen the descendent of the throne , we can't let this child rule the kingdom when she knows about her powers . " announced bella looking at the council of ministers . " No noo please please don't do anything to my child ...i beg you for mercy ." pleaded amairas .

A woman stepped onto the tarmac, her golden-blonde hair whipping in the wind, her eyes shielded by oversized Chanel sunglasses. "Mama! Is this where the bad king lives?" A small boy, barely four years old but with a sharp, familiar jawline, tugged at her trench coat. Beside him, a little girl with a matching face gripped a stuffed rabbit. Elara—now known to the world as Ella V., the Empress of Scents—looked at the skyline of the city that had broken her. "Yes, Leo," she said, her voice like velvet and steel. "But the king doesn't matter anymore. We're here to take his crown."