Princess Wars 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.”

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

It wasn’t worth the lives lost on either side. No one was willing to listen and within seconds the fighting resumed. The only living witness to what happened next was a little mermaid girl hiding behind a school of fish after only just losing her mother. She looked on as she saw Princess Scarlet and the general look lovingly at each other one last time. Together, holding hand and claw they pierced their daggers into each other's hearts. They hoped their deaths could finally show people how pointless this war was. It worked as they had hoped with both sides immediately dropping weapons trying to help but it was too late. The princess and the crab general died instantly shedding one final tear

When she came in and everyone was sitting down, Lady Violet asked her daughter to start. "What's on your mind, dear?" "I know King Francis and Prince Louis are coming. Along with Prince William of England. Which I find to be a huge honor to be considered as a possible match for a prince. But....father says I should listen to my heart when picking a husband. That I shouldn't worry about duty or responsibility. I know I want to marry for love, but if I marry a prince, I'm afraid that love won't be enough. I want to be the only woman for my husband. The woman that he thinks about all the time. Now, I've also thought about if a prince proposed and I said no. No other man in his right mind would

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

He stopped laughing the minute he took a look at my face, instantly composing himself he turned back to Zachary, "As of 8pm last night Annalise Elisabeth Shaw became the next in line for the crown, instantly making her Queen of the Vampire empire, even if she didn't know, she is the last blood relative of the reining King and Queen, so you see Zackie boy this fight is null and void",

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

The Princess pouted then smiled, “You’re jealous. And he’s only disappointing now cos he's mourning. He fights well, you’re not close” Lord Gaston sighed. Only disapproving words she had of him. She and her mother, they never believed he could do anything. And somehow he never seemed to disappoint them. Their kingdom system was messed up. No King. A highly sexual princess. And now a war with a powerful nation just to get slaves. Not to forget, allying with werewolves they knew hated humans. “Well, we have Red Mountains. And since they’d be handling their fellow werewolves, we’d handle Galdrish. This will be fun” she chuckled.