Princess Wars Novels & Stories

her fingers continued to trace the lines, entranced by his tribulations. She might’ve been a very active and defiant princess, but she was still a princess saved from the casualties and horrors of war. However, unlike most princesses, she was neither afraid of nor repulsed by the realities of it. She had a great deal of respect for those who had proven their merit in battle.

I loved watching my family. “And now, The King and Queen along with the Duke and Dutchess of Faerl present to you our bride and groom, the God and Goddess of Faerl, His Lordship Hephaestus Tirisil and Her Ladyship Elentari Tirisil!” We walked in, surprised at the introduction. I had just gotten used to being a princess now I’m a goddess. Time sure changes things. I felt blessed beyond words.

Princess Seri stepped out of her room, her periwinkle gown flowing elegantly behind her as she made her way towards the main hall of the Riovas palace. The princesses had received an invitation from the queen to meet up with her. She knew it was an honor. So, she wanted to make sure that she'd leave a great impression without looking like she was trying too hard. Now that it's starting to build up in her mind, it's making her more and more nervous. It's a good thing that she talked to Janine about meeting up after breakfast because that small interaction with Prince Hazan was enough to make her heart beat as fast as a running cheetah for days.

, 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.

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.

The palace walls were cold. Not merely because they were anticipating an attack, but because they were also in the middle of a war—a civil war. Among the Princesses. The entire palace is aware of the competition between Princesses Akira and Clara over the throne. For the past few weeks, they have been constantly one-upping each other in hopes of becoming the next crown princess. They are currently at a stalemate, and the entire palace waits anxiously for what will happen next. They started their own war within the palace walls.

Kat, with the case in hand “Alright Ladies, do I have a treat for you, come and pick out a piece of jewellery.” The women look very excited at this but Princess Rota looked sceptical. Kat opened the case up on the coffee table. “Wow” the women exclaimed these are beautiful.” There was about 8 different pieces of jewellery, bracelets, earing sets, necklaces and hair adornments, all looking like real gold and precious gems.

Prince Nathan breaking up with Princess Celine built ice between the kingdoms, and no matter how much they tried breaking it, the prince marrying his mate and choosing her over the princess only worsened the situation, making the kings hate one another more than they initially did, the marriage was supposed to be an act of peace, despite the prince and princess not knowing the werewolf king and the warlock king hated one another with everything they had in them, knowing that they were opponents against one another, Queen Beatrice had suggested a marriage to build up the relationships, the guarantee a peace between the kingdoms, but the marriage never happened, no matter how hard they tried,

Diva’s POV A chilling silence spread like poison through the battlefield. Smoke thickened the air, mixing with the copper tang of blood. The Second Princess stood above us, silhouetted by the raging fire behind her. Her once-pristine dress was torn, her skin marked with bruises and scratches—but her eyes… Cold. Calculating. Unshaken. She hadn’t barely survived this war. She had orchestrated it. And behind her, an army of rogue wolves waited, their eyes glowing like embers in the darkness.

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.