Rapunzel Original Story Novels & Stories

“Rapunzel flowers.” Marek nods once. “Camoanula Rapunculus. Also known as the Rapunzel flower. He plucked a handful, and the moment he did, the bush withered. It just died right there. It startled him, so he ran. He brought the flowers home and ground them into his Luna’s tea.” “And it worked?” “Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.”

"Let me tell you a story, sweetheart." "Once upon a time, there was a princess called Karina who had been locked up in a mystical tower her whole life by the fairies. You see, the fairies stole her when she was a baby. The fairies said she was too beautiful to be shown to the world, you know as beautiful as you," he pinched her cheek which made the girl giggle before he continued.

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

"What do you mean 'was'? You don't want to be the crown princess anymore? That is why you ran away secretly?" "It's not that I don't want it, but as what I have told you, I need to do some things here because of the agreement I had with the old man. Actually, this 'old man' I'm talking about is the legendary magical healer from the west. Our queen, Queen Romina was poisoned by the poisonous flower Lily of Morte during the day of my coronation as the crown princess. No healer could make the cure aside from the magical healer so I traveled with the princes to the West Evergreen Forest. But unfortunately, the magical healer communicated with me privately and offered me the agreement. He will gi

"Oh, my god! Miss, please stop saying that. The only person I want to fuck is Rowan!" Zena looked genuinely disgusted at the idea of mating with Winston, so I asked, "But you two look close." "Of course we are close because we are siblings." "Really?" "Yes. Who would love to fuck your brother? We have the same father, and my mother is the alpha's real mate, but they can't get married right away because she came from another clan. Winston and Wendriel's mother are from the arranged marriage. That is why my hair is red and theirs is black. Hair color doesn't define strength. What if I shaved my hair, then I would be powerless? What am I, Rapunzel?"

With a conspicuous eyes, she threw the carriage a glance before its door shuts closed, making an eye contact with those dangerous penetrating stares from the young prince for a brief moment. With the stallion pressing forward ahead of the palace guards’ convoy, the tribe princess wore a smile when the prince began to tell a tale about the surrounding forest around them, saying those old stories about the legends on human snake who reigned the entire forest and the existence of witches being executed by the catholic church itself. “I have heard although it was a pure old myths that witches can resurrect someone dead in exchange of a very huge price.” Prince Woon continued. “Price.” She mumble

“Oh you have no idea how famous I was and how much people loved my stories. I'm telling you, one time, a queen from far far away came to listen to me.” “A Queen?” Zedekiel asked. Prince Ron closed his eyes and folded his arms, nodding confidently. “Yes.” “From far far away?” Prince Ron raised a brow but nodded again. What was wrong with his beloved? He was trying to sell his talent so he would get their story but his beloved was going to sabotage it. “This Queen…” Elliot spoke. “What story did you tell her?” He was very curious. Likewise the Ice Fairy Queen whose attention was completely on Ron.

He helped Nichelle completing the puzzle with his instinct. "Who is she?" Stefan found himself asking. This girl had ridiculously long hair. Half of the pieces were about her gold hair. It was annoying. "You don't know? She is Rapunzel. The witch has trapped her in a tower. She is not allowed to go out or meet anyone. But one day the prince climbs up the tower and falls in love with her. He rescues her and they live happily ever after," she narrated the story to him. "She is like me. I am also not allowed to go out. I wonder where my prince is," her shoulders slumped as she sighed. Her statement caused an ache to push against his chest. Her prince was no more.

Her tone shifted, light and teasing, like she was chatting with friends over coffee…but underneath it was pure steel, the sound of someone who knew she had all the cards. “There was once a beautiful girl,” she began. “You can call her a princess if you like because her father was a noble man. She fell madly in love with a handsome prince. But the prince was locked in a tall, tall tower…just like Rapunzel, only he didn’t have the long hair that could help her go up to him. And there was no door, no stairs, no way at all to get up there. “So what did our clever princess do? She went to her daddy and begged him to build her an identical tower right next to his. Close enough that she could lean

Rapunzel was my favorite fairy tale in childhood. Part of my stupid innocence believed that there was nothing more beautiful than waiting for years until true love was able to find me. On the long-awaited day, I would certainly be combing my hair in front of a mirror adorned with ivory, and when my prince reached me in the highest tower of a forgotten castle, his golden hair would shine with the purest gold color. He would save me from that incessant wait and, taking me in his arms with all the care with which a flower is harvested, he would gallop us on his white horse among the endless lawns and plains.