Princesses With Black Hair Novels & Stories

Raymond stood rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he forgot why he had come. Princess Kiara stood before him dressed entirely in black training attire. Her raven hair was tied into a high ponytail, allowing the afternoon breeze to sway the loose strands framing her face. The fitted black top revealed a physique sculpted through countless years of relentless training rather than vanity. Well-defined abs, lean muscles tracing her arms, and powerful shoulders contrasted beautifully with her delicate, angelic features.

One of the Black cloth men asks and tries to divert the attention of a girl who was floating above them. The girl in the black mourning dress with white-silver hair, her beautiful eyes glaring at them from behind the black veil that hidden her goddess-like face. "Yes I did, but I just came back from the front line to bring a gift to sacrifice at my husband's grave." When she said of her husband, she pats on the beautiful liquor wooden box in her bosom. The gorgeous smile appeared on the lower face of her that didn't cover in the veil captivated every black cloth man here. They gulped their saliva and tried to suppress the lust that was rising within them because they knew that this beauty is

Her bare arms were beautifully decorated with a pair of black jade bracelets. The neck was wrapped by an ancient necklace of black tiny diamonds highlighting her skin complexion. Her golden extra curly locks were secured over to one side letting loose, while some of the wayward strands were kissing her cheeks occasionally, making her blow them away. She walked slowly and sophisticatedly, like a lady; an elegant one: a perfect, elegant, royal princess. Her heels made soft noise frictioning over the floor with every step. It was a pair of black pencil heels with only one diamond crafted in a little butterfly shape over the extreme right and left sides of both heels.

ALMARIO WAR The Mask Princess, known for her beauty, courage, and intelligence, stood tall and resolute before the Head General, her eyes flashing with conviction and concern etched on her face. She was a vision of strength and poise, with her long black hair cascading down her back, held in place by a golden tiara.

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Dressed in matching navy blue robes, they were nearly indistinguishable from each other, save for the slightly mischievous glint in their identical eyes. The second carriage's door opened to reveal the Queen Mother, a figure of regal poise and timeless beauty. Her silver hair, streaked with grey, was styled in an intricate updo, complementing her sharp grey eyes. She was dressed in a royal purple gown, the rich fabric shimmering as she moved with the dignity befitting her status. The third carriage brought forth Princess Mariel and Princess Rose, both stepping out with the help of servants. Princess Mariel let her long, silver hair flow loosely down her back, with two delicate braids at the

Two of the ladies in waiting were holding a parasol for the empress and the princess, while I only had Osiris to escort me. Well, who cares? Quality over quantity, right? The empress was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes which surprisingly was a common color, moreover in this world full of people with hair and eyes with the colors of the rainbow. The princess was the exact same copy of her mother, but with a more youthful appearance. They were undoubtedly beautiful and had appealing features, but that was about it. They weren't breathtaking beauty, and if I were to be honest, they're rather plain looking compared to Bella and Alistair.

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.