Princess Of Blood Novels & Stories

With the bright sun and thousands of people being so packed together, within minutes, complaints about the heat arise everywhere, the clothes soaked with sweat. At this moment, the royalties enter the junction from the blocked road, guards paving the way for them. Males in shiny boots and long coats styled with expensive crystals, and females in extravagant dresses, their tails sweeping the pebbled ground, looking more appropriate for a ball than for a public execution. “Who is she?” asks Fia in a slight frown, referring to a demoness of average height and petite physics, who is heading to the back row to settle down. “I think she is the youngest princess. Why?” answers Sage.

She said rubbing circles on my hand. I pulled away from her. "Of course he loves me I'm his mate and his wife. How could you even question that?" I spat at her my tears no longer sad ones. "Well he was engaged to a Princess before you because his parents needed their forces to keep the whole of the northern border safe from us." She said with a hint of spite in her voice. "Besides you are a bloodmoon baby that means you are no ordinary wolf. You are a royal as well which means as a blood moon princess you can chose your mate. You could even have multiple if you wanted too. But you have chosen a mate and he's marked you which means you wouldn't be able to take advantage of this gift without p

The rhythmic clang of steel on steel echoed in the cool night air. “Liam,” I said, my voice low but firm. He stopped his sparring, the sweat glistening on his brow in the torchlight. “Your Highness.” “The book,” I said, my gaze fixed on his. “The one with the inscription about the Blood Moon. Do you know where I can find it?” Liam’s face hardened. He sheathed his sword, his movements deliberate and slow. “Princess, I warned you. Some knowledge is best left untouched.”

Their hair cascaded down their backs like waterfalls of midnight and moonlight. Sorsha, her voice like wind through hollow bones, spoke first. “Mistress, what do you wish of us?” Vespera released the vision with a sigh and a wave of her hand. The image dissolved into swirling smoke. “The girl remains outside my reach,” she murmured, frustrated. “Her soul evades my sight, obscured by something I cannot touch.” She reached into the folds of her robe, removing a delicate glass vial filled with crimson. Lyra’s blood. She handed it to the nearest woman, her fingers grazing the servant’s palm like a whisper of frost.

I do not know of any powers! Her blood was taken each day and night, for the King had been gifted with eternal life. Each time a wound or a sickness occurred, he would drink her blood, and all would be cured. The King had realized the gift he’d been given by that woman in the village, she who had prayed to the gods to give her an extraordinary child. The princess never left the tower and was kept under lock and key. No prince came to save her, nor did her father, the king. Alone and afraid, with a mind so confused, her blood kept being taken until the last drop was used.

My aim wavered, but I shot again and heard a dark laugh. “Nice try princess, but you are done for.” I felt my feet being bound and kicked, trying to break the hold, a fist crashed into my face and I tasted my blood on my tongue, the tang of it sweet. Eyes watering I swung my gaze to my attacker, I knew my eyes were shooting daggers, taunting him even now but I wasn’t one to back down easily. He spat on me again, and reached for my hands. This was my chance, rearing up I shoved my first two fingers into his eyes, clapped my hands over his ears hard, palm struck his nose and then drove my fingers like a dagger into his throat. He staggered backwards, gagging and I surged to my feet, freeing my

Not here. I reached instinctively for Caleb’s sleeve. His eyes showed his worry as he asked instantly. “Gina?” But the world tilted, and voices echoed strangely; the music slowed to my ears. Then…I saw her. Princess Lena, standing beneath a crimson moon, had blood-covered her elegant hands. She wasn’t wounded. The blood belonged to someone else, and behind her, the palace was on fire as wolves fought each other. Jealousy twisted her beautiful face into something almost unrecognizable. Her amber eyes glowed with desperate grief. Then… She screamed Caleb’s name in anger. The sound tore through my soul as silver flames erupted around her and bodies fell.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Did he truly expect I would lower myself to feast on livestock? I released him and let out a weary sigh. “A processed blood will do.” With that, I turned away, too weak to argue further. As I sat waiting in the garden, I buried my face in my palms. Father knew. He knew I was too vulnerable—that as a bloodling, my bloodlust was unpredictable—and still, he sent me here. Into this dog-infested land. I hate feeling weak. “Princess? Here’s the blood.” The voice wasn’t the Beta’s. I looked up, recognizing the face but not the name.

Nina said and I nodded, I had been meaning to call her, but Diana was with Elijah, they were both in charge of getting Delilah out of that palace, I couldn’t move from the house to get a doctor for the princess. “Oh, baby girl, what’s bothering you my little princess?” I asked my sweet baby girl softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, I laid the princess on my chest, tightening my grasp around her, signing her a soft lullaby despite her crying in hope to try and calm her down, she didn’t of course, making me frown in confusion, the princess’s cries simply got louder as if she was in pain making my heart drop at the loudness of her voice, it wasn’t until a while that I noticed that my dress w