Princess War Novels & Stories

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.”

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

Merrica City, Aeternum Diplomatic Ground, Great Pantheon Mansion, Central Garden. It was the 3rd day, since I have arrived here, at the Merrica City, though personally not eventful have happened to me yet, but that cannot be said for those around me, and true to my prediction as before, there really were the second party in the Civil war. That second party is the Lost Princess herself, Princess Helen Hallerus, The mistreated princess, with a driven motivation. And surprising enough, apparently she wasn’t controlled by anyone, but instead she were the one that has mustered her own strength and troops to rally behind her.

There were murmurs through the audience at this. She explained that the lost Princess was raised on Planet S610 in safety. Until ten days ago when the planet was attacked. The lost Princess identity had been discovered and a team was sent to kill her. Again, gasps erupted from the crowd. However one of the Kings Guards, Captain Jay and his team got to the planet just in time to warn the planet and help them fight the intruders. The Princess had been saved. . . “Ziion this is your history but this isn’t where Ziion’s story ends as you have all been told. It continues on . . .”

Then smiled wider. “Oh,” she said softly. “You will not be a princess.” Liniluna tilted her head. “No.” A small pause. “After you,” she continued, “I would rather be the next queen.” Kael’s attention sharpened, not in alarm, but approval. “A reasonable succession plan,” he said. As Aelira laughed quietly, the sound dissolving the last formality from the room. Plans were spoken of carefully after that. Not declarations. Intentions. “We will request an audience with your parents within the week,” Kael said. “Properly.”

"My lord, the war general sends a message: we captured the Queen successfully, but we have run into some trouble with a group of strong bandits and temporarily lost the Queen." "What?" The emperor was seething with rage. "Wipe the bandits out!" "Your majesty, the message continues as follows. After fighting to a stalemate with the bandits, we soon found out the man who stole the Princess is called Jake Larson, from the Kingdom of Andorra." "What?" Both the Prince and the Emperor stood up with bewilderment.