Princess Hibana Novels & Stories

Dikabir dodged the question as she quickly went into the bathroom and sprinkled herbs into the water. She assisted Faricenda to walk into the bathroom, "I can walk, Kabir." Faricenda said and Dikabir blushed at the shortened name the Princess called her, no one has ever called her Kabir before, "The Luna–I mean, the Queen asked me to take special care of you and the Prince too." Dikabir said.

A pair of dainty lips darkened with red wax. "Welcome, First Princess Ayda Yildiz Sabine. We are known as Medea, and we've been expecting you."

Every time she shows me a smile, I feel my conscience stabbing me, I don't know how to tell her that her nephew has something to do with my father's death, I can't understand how all this is happening. We went into the cellar of vases full of wine to arrange them. According to Aunt Akiyama there will soon be a festival, my favorite festival, tanabata festival, the blissful festival of the stars, my mother used to tell me about that legend "the princess and the shepherd. Orihime the Weaver Princess, was the daughter of Tentei the Heavenly King. Orihime wove splendid cloth on the banks of the Amanogawa River. Her father loved her fabrics, and she worked hard day after day to have them ready, b

William said softly, pulling out the chair for me. Reluctantly, I nodded and took the seat, with William settling into the chair beside me. To my surprise, I found myself enjoying the governor's party far more than I had expected. It was filled with exquisite food, lively entertainment, and warm laughter. Sitting beside the governor and his family felt surprisingly comfortable, their hospitality making me feel at ease. "The chef makes the best shrimp. You must try it, Sophia," Ophelia said, pushing a plate toward me with a kind smile. She then turned to William. "You too, sir," she added, noticing that he had only taken a small portion of the wings.

he said with a warm smile, "I heard from my mother that Lady Hara was unwell. I came to visit." Queen Lustia’s expression soured instantly. Why does it feel like they’re all trying to curry favor with her? She felt a stab of jealousy, as though everyone was ganging up on her. "Hara," Prince Ariel continued, holding out the flowers, "I brought you these." Rara’s lips curved into a faint smile. She was just a commoner, someone who had been chosen by fate. Yet now, everyone seemed to be doting on her. The attention felt oddly comforting.

I would wear it, but it seems to symbolize the good times we have together, and those are times I don't want to remember right now. "Mistress," a small, soft voice whispers from the hallway. My head snaps up as I see an unfamiliar Phœnae peering into my room. Her ebony hair is long and wavy, surrounding a heart-shaped face. With large brown eyes and ruby red lips, she looks very young. "Who are you?" I ask curtly. "Danae, Mistress," she replies respectfully, "may I enter?" I look at her beautiful features warily. She looks nothing like the grandmother I saw last night.

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

Ashina – “How many men are holding her captive?” I asked. “Two men, one on either side of her, and one threw the child over his shoulders.” “Did their eyes glaze over in a mind link yet?” “No, they haven’t princess. I am wondering if they would be mind linking Malcolm. Technically, Malcolm is not a part of the royal pack, is he?” “Okay, how many innocents are around you?” “Princess, this is a remote area. I don’t see anyone in our vicinity. Would you like us to take them out?” “Yes, take them out immediately. Then take the girl and her daughter to the headquarters and sneak them out through the tunnels. Knock out the three guards and take them to our home-made cells for prisoners in the tunn

Ilyria slowed her breath as well as she could, she wrapped her other hand around the Princess’s as if trying to warm it, the token she had passed the Princess, laying still and cold in the hollow between their hands. She forced herself to see again the Princess, laid out on the cold slab, but this time she saw someone’s mother, a woman who had once been young and loved, who had laughed and who loved the dancing girls because she had once been one. She saw the color restored to the Princess’s hair shining burnished black as obsidian, her skin smooth and golden. This Princess stood up from the slab where she had lain, glowing like a light in the dark place where she had been confined. Her eyes

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",