Princess Wars Manga Novels & Stories

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

No seriously, what would we be without her? Being the only woman to defeat the opposing empire's strongest warrior with just her character, Mother Nefertiti embodied the emancipation of the Pereshwarian Empire. Centuries ago, the most notable victory against the Vlademese of the West took place in Karandish. In a brutal massacre, Mother Nefertiti managed to seal away Valdere's heart and keep it stored so that no one may ever cross its cruelty. Sealing one heart with another. A brilliant hero, if you ask me. I remember the exhilaration I felt listening to those empowering tales. Although much of it has been twisted along the way, the retellings never ceased to amaze me.

I asked, after noticing that the man wasn’t home. “He left so early. Every morning before the sun rises, everyone begins their training. This is the second war that will take place throughout Majika. So we must prepare ourselves.” Grandma Mela said, and I listened carefully to her story. She cleared her throat and continued, “The first war took place two decades ago. The black wizards attacked the whole Majika just to rule over the entire world, but they failed because the eldest daughter of the King of Majika, Princess Victoria, sacrificed herself in exchange for everyone’s freedom. We didn’t know why the fight stopped and the princess just disappeared like a burst bubble.” So that’s what h

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.

The brutal attack, a whirlwind of fire and death, had ripped her from everything she knew, leaving her an orphan and a fugitive in the blink of an eye. Now, in her early twenties, Elara existed in the liminal spaces, the forgotten corners of the world. She was a shadow flitting through moonlit forests, a whisper on the wind, a ghost of the princess she was meant to be. Her name, once spoken with reverence, was now a hushed secret, a dangerous whisper that could bring death. The hunters, a faceless, relentless force, were always on her heels, their desire for her unique, potent power a gnawing hunger. Her power, a legacy of her royal bloodline, was both her curse and her only true hope, a bea

In the end, the other deities decided to put the sisters to eternal sleep, raising the two mountains and laying their bodies within the rock. Scrolls back at the castle give an account of a final battle between the two kingdoms. Soldiers lined at the boundaries of both kingdoms. Just as the battle horns are about to be sounded, the mountains emerge from the ground between both parties, forcing them to retreat, inevitably putting an end to the war. In my opinion, I'm on Vaermira's side of the war. She should have sucker punched her witch sister to the next millennium. She was just trying to help…. My carriage suddenly jerks to a stop pulling me out of my mind with a jolt. I grab the window ed

“You stay away from Sarah. I know what you did. I was the one who found her nearly dead, malnourished, and stabbed with a silver blade.” Andrew took a step back. “I never told her father of the condition I found her in. I waited until she was healthy to have him meet her and test her blood.” “Peace depends on the cooperation of this marriage to the Princess, creating unity of the races.” “I read the arrangement agreement. It is for a Princess, not just Sarah. The King has two daughters, and it says nothing about it having to be a bloodline.” “If the King knew the things you have done to her. There would be no peace. Stay away from her.” I walked back into the party, hearing a low growl comin

I ask to no one. The dream had already faded, not being able to remember what had startled me I shake my head and roll out of bed. Shuffling towards the bathroom, after showering I put on my fighting clothes and head downstairs and out of the house. Walking towards the training grounds I see Kyle and Chris. I hurry to catch up but stopped myself from interrupting as I heard what they are talking about. “No Kyle I’m serious. The prince wrote a person invitation for her.” Chris whispered. Hanging back far enough to hear I hid behind the only tree nearby.