Princess Wars Novels & Stories

The essence of the fog is to obscure the minds of others. Amelia exited the carriage and bowed to the king while Viloustra stood there thinking. Viloustra snapped back to reality, straightened his back and arched his right hand over his stomach to greet her. The fourth princess appeared to be very graceful, all the time. Her golden hair was tied in half with a delicate pink bow, and she wore a small white crown with four precious stones on the top nail. She had a tender face that no words could describe, and she wore a white dress embellished with flowers, resembling a goddess. Waiting for the king to get into the carriage, Amelia looked at Viloustra with her drooping green eyes. She inherit

She held it toward her daughter with a satisfied curl of her lips. “To the fall of the High Realm’s most beloved princess,” she said, each word dripping with delight. Seraphine laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut the air. She clinked her glass against her mother’s, eyes bright with triumph. “To the beginning of our reign.” They drank. Seraphine sprawled back in her velvet chair, one leg draped over the other, her gown shimmering in soft shades of rose gold and cream. She looked breathtaking, radiant, victorious. The look of someone who finally believed the world had been set right beneath her feet.

I asked curiously. "It's the Princesses, My Prince, They are both injured." "Both?" My eyes grew wide. "Yes, they were both stabbed." I frantically fled and dashed straight to the royal living room to meet Tahira growling in anger and my eyes flew to her stomach which gushed out blood and was healing slowly. Ioona wasn't moving which I presumed to be unconscious and I cursed. "What the fuck happened?" I seethed in anger and carried Ioona from the awkward position she was laying and placed her on the cushion.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Mistress Of Shadows The cavern pulsed with the whispers of ancient power, the air thick with incense and the glow of a hundred flickering candles casting shadows along the stone walls. Vespera sat upon her throne of obsidian, watching the great hall of the Mothers stir with anticipation. The covens had gathered, draped in silks and veils, voices like rustling leaves as they spoke of omens and portents, of war and prophecy. And yet, her mind was elsewhere.

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

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.

~ -Characters- *Princess Zoey* - She's an 18-year-old Omega with golden hair and a love for nature. One thing about her, she dislikes the fact that she cannot rule her kingdom one day and dislikes how she has to get married to an alpha that will take over as the ruler of both kingdoms. *Prince Patrick* - He's a 24-year-old Alpha with hazel hair and eyes and a love for sword art. He's the Prince chosen by Princess Zoey's parents to link the two kingdoms in the future. And he likes the idea of an arranged marriage between the two kingdoms.

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

“Honey, I do not know what to say, but I and your dad have already parted ways.” Back at the castle, Prince Mharl answered the Princess of the UK’s call. For one week, he dated several princesses, and his charm was known abroad because of his stunning effect on girls of all walks. But the truth was that he still longed for Marie and he opened her social media accounts. He was a bit tense when he found out that Marie knew who was the admin of the International Artist Group as he scanned the previous posts she had on her F******k.