Princess Fiction Novels & Stories

Hayden took a deep breath and continued, “The poor princess didn’t know that a man who had barged in her chamber at such an odd hour was none other than the Duke she was thirsting for. She thought of him as a stable servant. A handsome, stable servant. ‘What are your intentions?’ The Princess asked, her voice quivering when he prowled towards her. ‘I…’ The Duke, who had thought that the poor woman in nothing but a white dress was a maid, held her arm, ‘am going to ravish you.’ Stop grinning like that, Zara. This is…” “Exciting?” “No.” “Romantic?” “For the love of—” “Arousing?” He glared at me, his blue eyes steely and cold. “No, it’s none of that. I wonder why the author started the book lik

etc. I spent five hours in front of the desk and under the light of the lamp in different positions, nourishing my intellect with those books. I read about German history and a very interesting legend about a princess who was raised as a bird by vultures, eventually becoming a falcon. A princess who was held captive so she would never escape the nest. A princess with white wings and eyes with the entrance to paradise. A princess who was pushed out of the nest before being taught to fly.

As they turned onto the final set of stairs atop of the grand staircase, all heads in the room turned towards the two beauties. "Announcing the entrance of her majesty, Queen Thea and her highness, Princess Elaine." One of the herald announced as the pair descended the remaining set of stairs. Finally breaking away from her mother, Elaine made her way through the crowd to find her best friend, Isabel. Spotting her short ginger hair amongst the seas of black, brown and blonde hair, Elaine found Isabel near the exit. Having been so busy recently she hadn't managed to get the chance to speak to her yet. The fairy friend stopped in her tracks when she heard her name being called, and spun around

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

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.

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

I asked. I don't know why but it somehow makes me feel bad. "are you sure you're not just making things up?" I joked. "of course I don't. I don't like lying which is why I don't lie" she answered and even raised her pinky finger. "promise" she said. I just nodded. "why does the Prince cry though?" I asked. I'm more curious now. "this is our little secret okay?" she asked. I nodded. "promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked. I just giggled.

The look she gave me was enough to kill Medusa and blind a Cyclops. “Why’d you do that? We don’t know who she is or what the fuck she’s doing living alone in a place like this?” she bawled in a whisper. She kept her voice low but it still carried the same impact it would if she was yelling her ass off. She had a point especially since we had all heard about how Princess Ciara had run away from the palace and ended up being the captive of a rogue fairy. The story had a happy ending from what we were told but it still goes to show how going away from home to a strange place was a dangerous thing to do. Fuck all that, I don’t care for fairies and princesses. Barbra was all I could think about.

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.”