Princess Of Blood Novels & Stories

Auntie Isabella tiredly slammed her duff on the floor then looked at us. “I'm sorry for the mess, it's just I've been checking the house yet whenever I am the light open itself I think someone was watching me. I don't know but I'm sure there was someone in the house earlier. I can see it through every glasses in the house so I break all of the glasses that I saw” I look at the television, table glass, windows and every mirror yet I can't see anything. ------- Narrator" For over a century every royal blood vampire has been hunted by Amadeus; there was Princess Brianna from the east palace, one of the lucky royal blood that escaped in Amadeus' hands.

Then he carefully closed the gap between himself and the woman who was about to change for him. He took her hand in his and flipped her palm over. Yes, the mark was inside her left hand, cradled in her palm. It was exactly as he had predicted. A rose with a blood-red hue. He got close enough to notice the gold circle in her eyes. The pale gold that had the same effect on her as her hand had. She was far more than a simple bloodsucker. She was a princess of the vampire race. She was his key to power and immortality, and she was the ideal weapon with which to kick the demons who'd come to town to wipe off his people.

My cold, authoritative tone did the trick as Prince started talking like a parrot immediately. “Princess Shyla Harrison, age nineteen, an Alpha King from the Fenrir bloodline. You are the daughter of Alpha King Edward Harrison.” Me and the princess? Oh, my Goddess! My mouth slit opened wide in a booming laugh, as this introduction shot a prickling sensation up my spine. I was frantically looking around, seeking for assurance as he continued, “Your mother, Jasmine Harrison, was pregnant with you when the werewolves and the Lycans signed a peace treaty.”

In fact, she even looked a little younger. “Born of blood. Killed by blood,” she said, but not in the same monotonous way she usually did when completely ghoulish. This time, it sounded like the start of a story. “Born of blood, a princess was brought into the world. And of blood, so was she killed. Her blood ran into the earth, at the foot of a severed tree, making the princess into a prisoner.” She slowly descended, and as her feet touched the ground, the world exploded into life and colour. Trees and grass sprung up around us, and a bright blue sky pregnant with soaring, singing birds covered us.

I gestured to my dad as I spoke. “I am compassionate, like my mother, when the situation requires it. I am fearless like my father. I am a strategist like my uncle. I am deadly like my aunt. I am a badass like my stepmother.” I proclaimed, gesturing to Uncle John, Aunt Sarael, and Aurelia. “I am Hana Kimiko Kinsley, Princess of Bloodmoon. And you…” I pointed at him. “Are no one to me.” On that final proclamation, I turned on my heel and headed inside. I didn’t want or need to witness what would happen to Miyazaki. Albert and Dad would dispatch with him. I didn’t know if it would be swift and honestly didn’t care. Let them make him suffer.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

“Your mother, Princess Anita, was the daughter of King Artemis—the true Lycan King.” A silence fell over us, heavy and full of unspoken truths. My fingers tightened around the pendant, my mind reeling. “Princess Anita… my mother?” “Yes,” Marcus said, his voice low, reverent. “She was a symbol of hope for all of us. The Red Lycan bloodline was something we believed would bring unity, peace. When she disappeared, we feared the worst. But then we heard of you, her daughter… and we knew that the bloodline still lived on.”

Ashlyn rolled her eyes but she was smiling yet she was being honest when she offered her helping hand to him. “Sweet and thoughtful. I love it.” he smiled at how kind-hearted Ashlyn could be. “Vladi.” Ashlyn warned him. “Okay, being a blood prince has the power to manipulate blood like, making it a life-saving blood or make it poisonous that takes like instantly. But it was not just all that because the last time a released that side of mine, I brought a sea of blood that kills anything it touched. It was like a toxin but it still saves anyone that needs to be saved since I was trained to do that so I won’t harm anyone without my knowledge.” Vladimir surrendered and briefly explained to her

I couldn’t take it, my heart was starting to break. “I can’t feel it. I can’t feel that bond.” Her eyes were filled with shame. She tried to get out of my arms, but I wouldn’t let her. “Please, reject me. I can’t feel you, and you deserve another. My full name is Princess Elentari Tirisil.”