Princess Wars Manga Novels & Stories

Maria's POV I woke up before sunrise again. The palace room was quiet except for the sound of the wind outside the windows. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. Then reality returned all at once. Oh! Right, Scorish and dragons. And then there's Pandora changing everyday.

The square was already packed with wolves. Unmated she-wolves huddled together, faces tight with panic. Hands clasped, they begged the Moon Goddess under their breath. 'Please. Anyone but me.' Nikolai, Orion, and Cassian rushed in, panic written all over their faces. Their eyes swept through the crowd. Every face. Every corner. Still no Elara. Orion's panic spiked. His steps turned shaky as he grabbed the nearest wolf, voice sharp and desperate.

, the maid said, already dragging her Princess out of the room. “what is happening, speak to me, Maria”, Dianne ordered. “soldiers from nowhere are in the palace, all hell has broken loose, the king has ordered for your safety at once, we must leave”, Maria said, and when no one made a move, she screamed, “we are at war!!”. That did it, the maids that was attending to the Princess, all flew ut of the room with their hearts in their throats. “come now, my Princess, we must leave”, Maria said and Dianne hurriedly followed, it was hard to keep up with her flowing dress, but still she did her best, they stepped over dead bodies, it was really a bloody war.

Everything is just a mere lie from the reality that’s hiding inside the one imprisoned in his heart. To the world known with their fire, the guardian that holds the most powerful soul and the Kingdom where in that past and time was set for his to meet her. “Taking the hands is my daughter, the Princess of Time and Dimension, Princess Aihara” The princess that bares the time from the blessing and interchanged curse, her purple hue of eyes that resembles a starry night sky and his flame-red of a sunset. The grand throne room where they are both taken hand in hand to the rulers of their kingdom and worlds. The prestige, grand and the luxury of being a royal one, their destiny that was planned w

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

"Do you want to marry me?" He kissed the tips of her fingers one by one. While bending forward, his hair fell in front of his murky brown eyes, hiding the contempt inside. It was too easy to deceive a woman in love. Princess Rina, the third of the thirty-seven princesses of the Dragsa-kingdom - in the number of princesses, Dragsa and the Icelands were vastly different - broke out in tears of joy. The happiness transformed her unassuming appearance with too big of a mouth and slightly protruding ears into a more pretty picture. It couldn't exactly be called beautiful, but at the very least it had some charm.

It was a trait that, according to King Alaric, they inherited from their mother. “I heard you come in,” the princess added when he did not respond to her call. Smiling, he walked towards her and sat on the chair opposite hers. “What are these?” he asked, eyeing the parchments scattered on the table. Madeleine shrugged. “Some record of the war between Vrasambail and Galvanith. A special interest of mine, as you well know.” He did know. “I have always wondered why. What attracts you to that story?”

While the potential new Queen didn’t seem to be jealous of her and Ketil, she couldn’t be sure that was the case when it came to Sigurd and Astrid. What on earth had happened in that mirrored room? The clashing of weapons was giving her a headache, but she knew she couldn’t be idle. Sacrificing herself, she took the former Princess Royal’s arm and ensured they were a visible presence to the men who were prepared to lay down their lives for the realm. She did hope it would all be over quickly and that it ended after just one battle. The last time there had been a war she’d been a babe-in-arms, though her mother had tended the injured and dying, she knew that much.

“What wolf…?” “There is an old legend tale, talking about The Moon Princess. The wolf that will rule over everything. Her fur will be pure white, and she will be strong, she will be different, she will be the Princess of the wolves. There will be no end to her strength. But also, it could be a curse. The power can consume the wolve if not used correctly.” Tala sat more upright, and she was very intrigued in what her mother had to say.

" The guard reaches out an arm to support the woman. She doesn't protest, allowing him to support her weight. She looks like she can walk, albeit awkwardly. For now, she must not be in terrible pain. "Please see that she gets a job at headquarters!" I call urgently to him. He raises a hand as they part, then they disappear to the side of the walls. That's when I notice that the notepad, once again, is on the floor. The pages are turned to an image I have never seen before. Tears flow as I see the fine lines, bright eyes and smooth skin. Xavier. She had drawn Xavier. "You have a lot of explaining to do," Lady Miranda breathes, at my side in a few seconds. Using her arm, she guides me firmly t