Princess Vore Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic. Deep beneath the grand halls of the palace, where forgotten whispers clung to the walls like specters, Princess Elara stood before the entrance to the Forbidden Vaults. The eerie glow of enchanted torches flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch toward her like clawed hands. At her side, Vesper Moretti, the Phantom Heir, exuded a quiet intensity, his calculating gaze fixed on the ancient doors. His presence was like a dark promise—unshakable, unreadable, and entirely lethal.

the alpha reminds us. I suppress a groan and fist my hands at my sides. The forest is now going to be crawling with Werewolves trying to track down the princesses. How am I going to keep her hidden?

She shrugged and smiled. "Super hearing too, right?" she said with a forced grin on her face. "I've seen a lot of things through every job I took; this isn't as bad anymore." "For being so talkative, you've not given me anything useful." "Alright," she said, giving him a sigh. "If you are Zoren Bullet, the prince of werewolves, then I am the princess of vampires!" "Vampires exist on this world?" She rolled her eyes and sighed, "No, and that's exactly my point. Now, please give me your ID; I need to put it on the record."

“So… Nysera is the dark-skinned woman I asked about when you returned?” She asked. “Yes, that’s her.” Draekon nodded. Vaelora leaned back slightly, deep in thought. “Who is she, really?” “She’s one of the princesses of Ignarion.” “I see.” Vaelora’s voice was small, thoughtful. Then her brow furrowed. “I saw her in a vision. She was standing naked. In front of you.”

Today made an exception, the sight alone of Melvin with that Werewolf woman was something that drove her almost to insanity, it had been the last thing he expected while going into the wood after him and as such … She heaved heavily as the wagon moved past the trees on either side of it, by then the sun was out in its full glory but her mind was still under the shades of darkness. She was Zaria Selena Ambrose - The Vampire succubus and princess of the Eastern Colony,no one dared treat her that way. Her First plan was to call everything off but when she thought about it again she saw it a easy way out, if she called it off she would be letting him go easily. She wanted him to pay for humilat

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.

With what little strength I had left, I screamed at them and mentioned the title I had kept buried for years. "This is a warning! I'm the wolf princess of the Werewolf Kingdom! Think about the consequences of hurting me!" They only laughed. "Wolf princess? That ruthless wolf princess from back then? You expect us to believe she turned into a wretch like you?" They ripped what was left of my dress and closed in again. "We're in the wild. No one's coming. Let's finish this." "I won't lie. She's got a hell of a body." I closed my eyes and drowned in despair.

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

Commanding without force. Kiana. The name settles deeper this time. I repeat it silently. Once. Then again. Kiana. So this is who she is. Not just a girl moving through ashes. Not just a quiet force among the broken. Something more. Something that demands recognition, whether I want it or not. I lean back into the shadows, expression unreadable, thoughts sharp once more. The moment whatever it was shatters completely. Clarity returns. Cold. Precise. Controlled. Princess. Of Ethra.

This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. .... Once upon a time, there was a Lost Princess whose existence no one was aware of. . . An abandoned twelve years old girl no one cared about that had now turned into an assassin known for never missing her target and controlling an army of deadly, undestroyable breed of creatures even Immortals should fear. To pay an old debt Esmeray agreed to kidnap the King of Vampires. What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?