Princess Thorn Novels & Stories

"You can't call me Elara anymore. From now on, it's Princess to you." Thorne hesitated. He was the only one of the four potential mates who could call me by my name in private, a sweet privilege I had given him. Just then, Isolde's crying got louder. She bit her lip and turned to Thorne. "My shoulder really hurts. What should I do?" Thorne's focus shifted back to her. He picked her up and started to leave. Without looking back, he said, "I promise, Princess." My heart broke into a million pieces.

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.

She wailed dramatically, "what's my purpose in life if my own brother detests me?" Sebastian ignored his dramatic sister as he took off his shirt. When Xenia saw that her tactic wasn't working, she got off the floor and scoffed, "can't you just pretend you care?" "No and can you leave? What are you even doing here... in my hoodie?" "Looks cute on me, right?" Sebastian snickered. "You look like a pregnant buffalo. And you wonder why all your boyfriends leave you." "I hate you." Sebastian winked. "Love you too." He glanced at the wall clock, "it's quite late. Have you eaten something since you came?"

Thorn cleared his throat making me look up to meet his gaze with wide eyes. “I’ll be leaving soon, I really wish you had chosen to come with me but I understand you wish to stay here in the north.” He said with sadness. I felt kind of bad since I knew he had feelings for me. He wasn’t the best at hiding them. Everyone knew that I was his original conquest. I wasn’t quite sure why since he had never spoken until recently. There were rumors that he was devastated when my father denied his marriage proposal. Of course I took it as it was rumors to get my hopes up. That a knight or prince in this case in shining armor would save me from the hell hole in which I resided. Shortly after I was made

Her insides felt like they were burning. It was him. Torunn was back. This time he brought others with him. She counted four total. They wore red cloaks with long hoods that covered their faces. The limited amount of skin she was able to see on them were a sickly pale color. It frightened her. Then one spoke. “We will see to it that we retrieve the stone, General.” “I want her in tact. Do you hear me?The Princess cannot die. She must be alive for what is next.”

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

Taking advantage of Soran’s attention on the royal guard, Princess Regina rushed from the side and flicked her wrist powerfully as its thorny long body swept to Soran’s unguarded back. Ken’s eyes flashed as he appeared in front of Princess Regina with a small dagger in his hand as he waved it around to deflect the approach of the whip while avoiding the thorns to touch his skin. The shiny ends of the thorns reminds him of poisoned weapons and Ken did not want to face such a troublesome thing as needing an antidote. Soran also noticed Princess Regina’s sneak attack, and his face darkened a shade as he cruelly attacked his opponent until he saw a chance to disable the other party’s legs.

Haz'th said after a while. The three of them ascended the twinkling glass staircases leading to the Throne Room, followed by more eyeballs and shadows. Passing through an unlit room that could have been anything, they reached the main hall. Bright lights were lit everywhere around them and instantly they knew it was for their benefit. The subjects around the throne manifested themselves into solid figures, but they looked weirdly translucent. They also seemed uncomfortable in the sudden light. "Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of House Zauarn, and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth of The Immortal Utopia. Welcome to The Realm of the Shadows," a voice boomed.

slowly stumbling on her steps with trembling lips, she almost healed her broken heart and found her lost soul back. Once she was healed completely the toxicity stopped looking like excitement for her, and peace became her ingredient for the perfect life that she wants. and once for all, she closed the chapter of her life that kept her in darkness. a new chapter and new life was her strength, and he became her strength. The trance of thoughts broke as a familiar scent hit his nostril. his heartbeats were pumping fastly with excitement with the coming moments. " hope, I didn't disturb your 'me time' " the melodic soft voice of koushalya's ranged in his ear.

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.”