Princess Hibana Novels & Stories

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

"Leila!" Upon her shout, Leila snapped back from her reverie. She dumbfoundedly looked around. "P...princess..." She chased after her in an embarrassed face. Princess Liyana shook her head and resumed walking to her destination. -------- Princess Liyana is the first princess of the Grandia Kingdom. She has a headstrong personality with an overwhelming sense of justice and is a gentle person by nature but acts, unlike how pampered princess acted.

“Hang on, we’ll move to the bridge so you can see us better. Will that work?” “Yes.” Haijen says. I motion for them to follow me. I help Buppig up onto the tree that is still being used as a bridge. Hyacinth flits over in her sprite form, hugging herself next to him. Dominic leaps up onto the tree and Tialha climbs much more gracefully than I do. When we get to the top, I make introductions. It’s Shengis that responds. “Princess, alpha, duchess, teacher, fair one. What want?”

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

All of a sudden she heard a voice, "We need you, princess .....We need you, princess. " "Who's this?" she asked scared. She looked everywhere around her room but saw no one. Her eyes fell on a luminous creature in her garden visible to her from the window. It looked like a glowing white bunny. It was something magnetic about the creature. It was forcibly attracting Cynthia towards itself ."We need you princess ." the voice continued getting higher and higher. This call was full of suffering and sorrow. It felt like someone was waiting for Cynthia for along. Crying for help. However, Cynthia was no more eager to face any new adventure. Her mind was already full of confusion. "No more strange

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

A blondie. Everyone was holding their breaths in order to see their King’s first official concubine. The princess’ green eyes were downcast but she could feel a heavy gaze set on her. Zebian dragged a deep sigh and stepped ahead, reaching closer, he extended out his hand. There was when she raised her head and their eyes collided in a click. She blinked at him but forgot to breathe for sure, Zebian was wearing a soft smile. The world seemed to be blurring for the princess as she couldn’t take her eyes off his handsome face. Her eyes swam to his deep ocean-like blue eyes, light brown hair, a turned-up nose and full kissable mouth. He was too dashing to be true but mine, she wondered out quiet

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

“During the Centum, although we sent a hundred tributes, only one survived to reach the Gate of Zolheim. And now, a favored tributes emerged among the hundreds of tributes of different race. Fortunately, our spies identified this specific tribute.” Khaevin looked confused. “The Supreme Emperor has a favored tribute after not choosing in the last nine hundred years? She must be special.” The king smirked. “Yes. She’s the seventh princess of Darantha.” Khaevin nodded. “There is a seventh princess?” “Yes, she grew up in seclusion, according to the reports. Her name is Nesca." The ministers exchanged murmurs again. Khaevin smiled. “A demon princess receiving the Supreme Emperor's favor, she must