Princess Of Peace Novels & Stories

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

"Thanks. For strength. I need that. And therapy." He smiled and walked off. By the time I took my seat, I had a stack of saccharine niceness and no understanding of how I ended up here. It was as if they were all members of some covert society called "Nice People" and nobody reminded me that I was included. In Creed X, we did not do nice. We did effective. We did ruthless but in stilettos. I hadn't even fully logged in to my system when Queen arrived. Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same.

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

I looked away from her, letting my eyes scan the club that had every eye on me now and I let the smile stretch across my face. “Some of you must have heard of the unforeseen and quite unfortunate incident that happened at the Princess’s debut three days ago and for that reason, she was unable to be properly presented to the Realm.” “Axel, stop—” her voice started and I would admit, hearing her say my name for the first time did prickle at something I didn’t like and didn’t want to acknowledge, but I didn’t let it stop me. “So on that note, I present to you all: Amber Crystabel Moon. Princess of the Realm, heir to the throne, and my soon to be official mate in two days.”

Giving her command of Galaxia Prime, a mighty region within Paradea that the God's were unaware of. The Goddesses named this young woman Viennashal Iminz Goddess of Peace. For Eons she used her power to govern Galaxia and keep its citizens free of the God's corruption. But even she would find herself drawn into a deep and menacing plot that the God's had for the Realms. They truly were aware of the Goddesses new found member and decided to adopt a wait and see approach. They didn't believe her to be a threat to their rule. And yet, if they had only known then how wrong they were. For history has proven, it isn't the bringers of war who triumph, it is the humble; the meek ones. The souls of f

For her and Kaye. "Who is this Prince blah blah blah?" The little girl frown at her. "My name is Little Peachie and my Prince charming is Prince Caspian. He always saved me from the villains... like you..." Well that boy must be a tough kid. "I think that Prince you are talking about is a one punch man. I punch him in the face and I will get you to an orphanage and you will forget him and everything." Little Peach is about to cry. Her teary eyes is on her. Eyes coated with fear and water.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

The man on stage announced and the foxes cheered! Princess Sophia walked up and smiled at them " I'm happy that today is the day I will be able to show you guys my strength and let you see how far I can go to get things that belongs to me and to keep them with me forever!. Today! I, Princess Sophia, the only Princess of Devon Kingdom will fight Bianca Jones, a no name from no where and have my man . I will take my man away from her and have my holy sword slit her throat!" " Yessssss!" The crowd shouted and cheered her up with whistles and lots of encouraging words at her.