Princess Fiction Novels & Stories

Her stepsister’s voice sliced through her hope, bringing her back to the role she could never escape. Maris’s face tightened slightly. Seraphina swayed closer with a mocking smile, chestnut curls forming a dark crown. Her green eyes glinted with malicious superiority. “You think the moon will make you a wolf? All I see is a girl, desperate to grow claws, too soft to scratch.” Seraphina tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. “It’s adorable, really. A little half-breed hoping one day she’ll wake up as a real wolf.”

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

Althea clenched her fist and her lips quivered Lydia looked at her with a worried and sad gaze, she wished all this was a dream and that her princess wasn’t going to marry the Baron but sadly it’s not a dream. This is reality, a sad and painful one at that. The princess's birthday that was supposed to start a new faze in her life became a nightmare. Althea gripped her royal garment hard as tears rolled down her eyes, her whole body went cold..

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

“My mate thinks it’s fun to go on adventures with you. Now that you’ve given her that book, she feels the need to live up to it. If we’re going into the forest, she’ll want to go with us.” “I adore Hyacinth, Buppig. Tell her to come. Who knows, maybe there is a sprite in the prophecies and we don’t realize it. Maybe that’s the season of change. Sprites become fierce and the fighters of the fae.” “Princess, for all that’s good and holy, please don’t ever say that to my mate. She might actually try to make it come true.” “No promises, Buppig.” I say, smirking at him.

He needed to bear more insults from her, and he was going to do it as long as he got what he wanted. He had been able to learn that the princess did not have anyone in her life, as she was arrogant and full of herself. She had looked down on a lot of men, and the king, her elder brother, was looking into getting a prince from another kingdom to marry her, but no one had come yet. He smiled. "Well, I have the looks, and I'm definitely going to teach her a lesson." He finally went into the hall and paid some of the women at the entrance and had some perfume sprayed at him.

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.

While I found his ambition intriguing, I had no desire to be entangled in his schemes. … Princess Ladia sat nestled in a plush armchair within her chambers, a book open in her lap. Its pages, filled with the unvarnished tales of common folk, held her captive. She usually dismissed such works as frivolous, lacking the polish and refinement of courtly literature. Yet, there was a raw honesty, a vibrant essence within these stories that resonated with her soul. They offered a welcome respite from the suffocating world of politics, a glimpse into a reality untouched by the machinations of power.