Princess Light Novels & Stories

Light Shadow Pack A young woman stood by the massive lake, her figure carrying the essence of beauty, power, and pride. Wearing a soft light dress, she spun around and uttered with a serious expression, “The lake is still in a disturbed state. Call Alpha Reid immediately.” The servant bowed down to her, “Yes, Alpha Princess.”

Her inferiority complex is really top notch to the point where she even commited a lot of unforgivable crimes That's what I thought before reading her point of view. In the latest chapter of the novel, for the first time, the villainess reminisced her life while dying at the hands of his long-time love, Duke Finniell. Princess Lalaine was the only daughter of the current emperor, Maxilla Ledecia, and the late empress, Elaine Ledecia. Empress Elaine Ledecia formerly known as Elaine Villadona was a princess of an allied kingdom Helliporña Kingdom. She was loved by the emperor so much but sadly, she died while giving birth to her daughter causing the emperor to despise Lalaine.

The only possible answer was that the Princess controlled her own enchantment. The Princess’s face became serious, I cannot show you the way to your friends, Ilyria, I had to sacrifice to conjure my enchantment. Like the Lightning Bird, I cannot intervene. But I can ask you questions, said Ilrya. The Princess smiled. Yes. Is there a design to the rooms and hallways here? Yes. Would I know this design? Yes. Did I grow up in a home with the same design? The Princess thought. No.

She moved to the prince and squatted beside him with only one knee on the floor Lady : you're really injured He tried to look up at her but couldn't Lady: don't move, this is going to tickle a little but don't worry it won't hurt you She moved back a little and stretched her palm over his face, a bright blue light shone from her palm unto his face She began to move her hand over his whole body Up and down She did this three times and then withdrew her hand The light stopped shinning. She stood up and helped the prince up He was perfectly healed No scratch No scar He looked at himself in awe Prince: what.... Did... You do? He tried to move but she held his hand Lady : you're still not strong

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

"I can't tell you more than I already have, Sophia. The only reason I'm sharing this is because I want you to let me protect you. Once you're safe, I'll leave your life, and you can pretend none of this ever happened." I stared at him, unsatisfied, with questions burning in my mind about my mysterious prince charming. But deep down, I agreed with Victor—it was safer not to know. The last thing I needed was more danger. "What do you say Sophia, will you please let me...Victor help you?"

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

She looked like a breath of air, like something enchanting but also deadly at the same time. Behind her was a young man who could almost look related to her. His orange hair was shorter, ending right above his shoulders, and it was clear to see that someone had attempted to contain some of his curls. He was dressed in the same green color, the outfit matching both Nicolais' and Sicca’s. “King Sebristien, Queen Jólena, welcome to the Kingdom of Summer,” Nicolais greeted, bowing his head a little. The Kingdom of Spring. “Thank you so much for the invitation,” Jólena almost sang, as she curtseyed before Nicolais.