Psychic Princess Book Novels & Stories

they both begged, but Sir Beta would not listen and he took them by the arms each and dragged them to the palace, inside the throne room where Alpha Ragnar and Luna Philipa were. "The Princess" Sir Beta introduced when they got there, pressing his son's back. "Fall on your knees both of you." He commanded and they listened. Calantha stared at the ceramic floor unable to look at her parents. She heard the Beta whispering some things to her father and her body shook when the Alpha stood up from the chair and walked towards her. "Get up," Ragnar ordered in his coarse voice. Calantha immediately obeyed, looking up at her father with shaky eyelids. She was almost as tall as her father but his bod

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” Lyra squared her shoulders, lifting her chin despite the way her heart hammered against her ribs. “It’s not a crime to read a book.” The Mistress let out a soft chuckle. “Not at all. But it does make me wonder... why that book?” She tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the fallen tome on healing, then back to Lyra. “You had your pick of poisons, curses, and delightful little hexes… but you chose healing. Sentimental. Predictable.”

I asked her, laughing. “The gods forbid,” Prisca scowled with a sharp expression that got me rolling over with laughter. “I reject it with everything I love.” “Why?” “Girl, you needed to have seen that man, you will understand why I am rejecting him. For goodness sake, I am asking for a fairy, my prince in shining armor, and not a natural disaster.” “What in the devil’s name is that supposed to mean?” I doubled over with laughter. “Why would you refer to someone as that?”

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

I would have preferred to see a sky like this yesterday, when Lucas was leading me through the garden. I had been restless since that conversation. When he’d told me that Chelsea was Princess Calista, I felt a chill crawl down my spine. Not only did he know the princess personally, but her story was so convoluted and different from what I knew. Then there was the ridiculous prophecy he had mentioned. He’d said that the girl he and Xavier were looking for was a reincarnation of Calista; her reborn soul, used to summon a devilish power. Like most other things Lucas said, I thought this was also a ridiculous prospect. But I kept my mouth shut, as a proper slave would.

I just couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. After making and eating breakfast, I had decided to hit the royal library and had found a book on unlocking your secret potential and now, I was currently seated, Indian style on the floor, trying to 'unlock my secret potential'. Seeing as nothing happened, I closed the book and huffed, immediately irritated. I had found out that I was an incarnate of a revered Fairy Queen and bam, my life turned up side down. Not that my life wasn't already messed up. With my memories that had absolutely no plans of showing up any time soon, one would think I would have already had enough but what are the odds.

Ripples surrounds Adrian and Sarah as space folds himself, as it transport the two somewhere Meanwhile… “Please don't do anything to me” A beautiful girl cried out, her hands and legs bound, as she stared at the group of people in the forest.. She couldn't believe she was deep within the woods. A place no one has ever ventured. And the group of people there, she could have sworn that she knew at least three of them. One was the lady she looked up to. And the remaining two were the ones the academy girls would kill to have. And one of them was moving emotionally with a sword in its hand. He was walking towards her with no emotions on his face and he was going to kill her!

A third, down below on a service terrace, has stopped dead, a crate in his hand, mouth agape. A slow, victorious smile stretches my lips. The sunscreen is warm beneath my fingers. This is real power. Not money. Not fear. This primal quiver you provoke in men's blood. This ability to paralyze their reason, to ignite a stupid and beautiful flame in their gaze. They are mine, in this instant. Their thoughts, their desires, their cowardly little fantasies. They belong to the woman lying in the sun.

It felt like coming home after a lifetime adrift. He stirred beside her, a low rumble emanating from his chest, a sound that vibrated not just in the air but deep within her bones. His golden eyes, reflecting the slivers of moonlight that pierced the dense canopy, met hers, and for a fleeting moment, she saw past the predator, past the myth, to the soul that resonated with hers. He saw her. Not the hardened queen in exile, not the survivor etched with the scars of loss, but the princess, the starlight born, who had been buried beneath layers of trauma and fear. It was a gaze that stripped away her defenses, that acknowledged the hidden parts of her she had long since tried to forget, even fr

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