Princess Vore Novels & Stories

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

Princess Victoria POV Most of the time my sisters have senseless conversations about anything they can think of but today at the dining table for the first time they spoke about something important . Even though the manner in which they approached the topic was insensitive , they had valid points . The bitter truth is that Prince George’ s palace is under threat because of a vampire . My prince is not save and neither is his kingdom , therefore something has to be done before we get married for the sake of our future .

Vampire Princess Leora Black and Vlad Cornell "I can’t agree more. I mean, can you believe that she doesn’t want to hand over her kingdom to her own daughter? Just because her daughter isn’t anywhere near her or, say, is a saint among devils. She always keeps her own daughter locked in a tower, like Rapunzel. Poor girl." I nodded my head because that was true. Leora was also known as the hidden princess because everyone knew that she existed but no one knew anything about her look, her age, or her gift. Hell, if she stood in front of me ever again in the future, I wouldn’t be able to recognize her for sure.

Her voice was a fading ember, but the pride was still there. I lay in the dark, my breath coming in shallow hitches. Suddenly, the ground disappeared. Large, calloused hands slid under my back and knees. I felt the shock of heat as a warm body pressed against my bare, shivering skin. I looked up, but the world was spinning. A deep, gravelly voice vibrated through my chest. "Welcome to Voreios territory... Princess."

"Don't you guys recognise me? Even a commoner from Vesilios can recognise me." Stefanos turned to Draco, giving him that look as if to ask, 'You know this chick?' to which Draco looked back at the lady, trying to read her face before it clicked in. Eyes turned wide and lips parted, Draco stared in surprise at the lady before him. "Of course! How could I forget? The Princess!" "The what?" Draco turned back to Stefanos, pointing towards the lady. "That's Princesss Augustina, the princess of Vesilios, daughter of King Archibald the Great."

That means the Vampire Realm must be a place filled with vampires. "Hm… that should be correct. You're smart, Micha." We continued reading. > "In the 25th year of the reign of King Russ of the Elven Kingdom, tragedy struck. The king had only one daughter, a princess destined to bring harmony among the realms. But instead of harmony, she brought chaos—pain, distrust, and war." Princess Eloise. Known across history as the most beautiful elven princess—white hair, blue eyes, gentle, graceful, elegant.

She plastered a fake sweet smile on her face. ‘That woman is vile.’ The voice in my head I had named Lucius agreed with me. I took comfort in the fact he was still there. Sometimes they would disappear. I didn’t feel so alone any more. ‘Before they try to separate us,” Lucius spoke hurriedly, “You are not unwanted. Your name is Aranelda Tirisil, a prince and in possession of four beast souls. You have a twin sister. She will find you someday. Hold onto that till then. Don’t let us die.” He went quiet and I was terrified. They never spoke like that before.

He stammered out. My breath caught in my chest. “That is Impossible! The Westhaven Royals are dead. Every last one of them!” I growled out. My face flushing in anger. “N…no sir, It…it has been reported that they are alive and well…that…they have been in the human realm all this time. They…they have returned sir…and with them……their daughter the princess” He said trailing off nervously. I stood up quickly, my chair sliding back so hard that it fell over. “Your majesty, there is something else you need to know sir” He said, backing away from me. My aura seeped out in waves as I gritted my teeth. “The..the princess sir…she....she is pregnant your majesty. It is believed that the child is prince