Princess Imprints A Traitor Novels & Stories

And there it was again—that strange flicker of unease stirring ghosts of memories she hadn’t deigned important until recently. A traitor with fierce, defiant eyes and a name barely whispered now. She was dead, as all traitors should be. And yet, after all these years, the phantom had returned to haunt her. Marcella lifted her chin and murmured with quiet certainty. “Our best agents are in the field, Mother. She will belong to us soon enough.” Vespera’s expression hardened. “Warn them.” Vespera’s words wove through the air like a spell. “Lyra is untested and strong in ways yet unseen.”

“If we invade neutral lands chasing one girl, every pack between here and Shadowpeak will see us as the aggressors. They'll rally to the Black Wolves. That's exactly what Kael wants.” “So we do nothing?" Caspian looked incredulous. “For now.” Aldric sat. “We watch. We wait. And when she arrives at Shadowpeak, and Kael officially harbors a traitor to the crown, then we strike.” “There's another option,” Theron said slowly. “We could... put out a bounty.” “On the princess?" Caspian looked shocked. “On the traitor,” Theron corrected. “Sierralya Ainsworth is no longer recognized as a princess. She's an enemy of the crown. And enemies of the crown have prices on their heads.”

"Let any who object speak now." "I object." Celeste steps forward from the crowd. She's wearing white like a bride. Her violet eyes are blazing. "This bond is false," she says. "This rogue used dark magic to trap the Princes." "That's a serious accusation," the King says. "Do you have proof?" "Look at her. She's nobody. Nothing. Why would the Moon Goddess bond three Princes to a packless rogue?" Celeste's voice carries through the room. "It's unnatural."

“That woman is a spy, sent by her father to ruin this kingdom. Whether or not killing the Luna was an act of self-defense, it doesn’t exonerate her of her other crimes! She feeds information to the enemy, concocting plans to destroy what is left of us, while pretending to stand with us!” Alpha Kytos stands too, his face drawn tightly. “Atticus was a traitor pardoned once, and he has grown to be a thorn in our side. Princess, she may be, but she has spilled the blood of our own, sold us out to the enemy, and now she speaks lies to distract us from the truth! I will stand for nothing else but her demise! For her royal heritage, it will be private and her corpse will be delivered in one piece t

The Princess is cut off as her mighty sister begins reading the ridiculous contents of her letter to the crowd, including the part where she swears her allegiance to King Elon and promises to deliver my precious blood to him in hope that it will grant him the powers of Elowen's crown and he shall in return end Queen Rowena's reign over this kingdom and those loyal to her as well. Surprisingly, that is the least embarassing potion of the letter as the Princess goes ahead to promise King Elon the beauty of her naked body and the commitment of her soul if he makes her his empress. The crowd explodes in laughter and gasps, causing the Princess to hang her head in humiliation. Queen Rowena snaps

“You can vouch for her?” the Queen asked. “She did this.” “She did,” Prime Beta confirmed. The Queen looked over to me. She pulled the ribbon away from Ophelia, where she had been about to pin it to Ophelia’s lapel. “You did this?” she asked me. “Yes,” I said. “Then you are the winner, Luna Princess,” the Queen said. The crowd looked at each other. Only a few started to cheer. My vision grew dark once more and I swayed on the horse’s saddle. Between one long blink and the next, I started to fall.

“You belong to me! The King promised you to me! Our families have been discussing our engagement for months! I am the one qualified to be crown princess—not that country bumpkin traitor!” Lord Vance steps forward, his face flushed with fury. “Your Majesty, this cannot be allowed. My daughter was promised the position of crown princess. How can a traitor to the crown wear that title?” My father raises his hand for silence. The throne room falls quiet except for the slow drip of blood from my fingers. “The woman you call your mate,” he says slowly, “defied a royal decree. She is to be executed for treason.” Through our bond, I feel Elara stiffen beside me.

Nezeira, “Your Highness, Ywain just sent a message that a werewolf has been apprehended as they were raiding the building. I will start interrogating him asap.” King Xavier, “Very well Princess, we all need some answers soon. Carry on.” Nezeira bowed and left for the outhouse. A few seconds later voice called her out and she stopped to look back. Prince Yihan came running towards her. He stood facing her, saying, “So? It’s Princess huh? Princess of Valdmore.” Nezeira, unmoved by Yihan’s gestures and body language, coldly replied, “It is.” Yihan, “So why didn’t you say so before.”

The whole alpha thing, the prince title, and my royal aura and blood were kind of a blessing and a curse to me. I had all I wanted but that drove people away from me and attracted only power-hungry men. I could not be myself in public. I only ended up leaning on people's expectations of me. Eventually, all those acts became part of me and I couldn't decipher between me and the fake acting me. I barely recall who I was before I officially took the prince title and became the alpha of my territory. “You seem lost. Try and smile a little. It will do you good.” She called for my attention and I gave her exactly what she demanded.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re