Princess From The Black Cauldron Novels & Stories

And I knew, aside from Mrs Carter and Bree, Princess talks to the little boy in Bree’s womb more than the women mentioned above. Finally, my eyes fell on her familiar head of snow white hair. My eyes focused on her, I watched as the girl beside her said something in her ear and Princess gave her a nod. I had seen this girl several times with her but never paid much attention to her before but now I took her in with narrowed eyes because her arm was around Princess and it appeared like she was helping her in walking. What the fuck?!

The doors opened, and we were bathed in the golden light of the great hall. "Presenting, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Her Highness, Princess Camellia Arventia and Grand Duke William Valois." the man's voice echoed, and we walked, our hands linked, down the great catwalk, under the shocked gazes of the Emperor and the entire imperial family of Arventia. Some things at that ball were going to be very different, and I was going to make sure that I was the trigger for the biggest explosion in the empire's social circles.

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

“Disrespect me again and I will show you what it means to be the Alpha.” “I’m sorry I meant no disrespect, but she is Princesa Kataleya Rossi of England, Daughter of the Lycan King, Alejandro Rossi and the blessed wolf. Her sister is mated to a prophesied king! Her cousin Alpha Rayhan Rossi is one of the wealthiest and most influential alphas around.” With every word, my anger is rising once again. “Her other cousin? Alpha Leo Rossi. There are rumours he is far more than we know. Her Uncle is the Deimos Prince. Oh, and let’s not forget that her cousin Serafina is a high witch of the coven of England and-”

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

"You said you've been in love with me for a long time... Have we met?" Alexander's gaze flickered, and he finally met her eyes directly. "Princess, you really don't remember?"

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

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.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.