Reaper Princess Novels & Stories

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.

(Duchess Cassi Gust) “Yes..she is..mom…Aeternum Only Princess, Princess Yggdrasil Kaiser Sai..the beloved daughter of the President and Ministers…now you know why we are like this…right?..”.(Francesca Oliver)

A LOT. Anyway, enough of that. Let's focus on what happened after that. When I opened my eyes, I thought I died because I don't feel anything, nonetheless I'm still right. Yes, I died, but I got reincarnated as Frielle Marcia Madrigal Fortess. Of course, at first, I'm confused to the point that all I could think of is 'What the fuck?' But, after a few weeks, I finally gathered myself and realized some things: first, the fact that I got reincarnated into what seems like another world. Second, I'm now a duchess, an 18-year-old single lady, and is currently the third's most powerful woman in the kingdom. Third, I'm an orphan in this world, my parents died when I'm just 15. Fourth, the dukedom h

I am no longer a lost princess. I am a Queen. Queen of the Underworld. ***

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

For what felt like an eternity, Kiara Astesson Hyperion stood motionless before the mirror. The reflection staring back at her was not the broken woman who had accepted death beneath the ruins of a burning church. It was the face of a sixteen-year-old princess. Smooth skin. Bright crimson eyes. Long raven-black hair cascading down her back. No scars. No chains. No loneliness. Her trembling hand slowly rose to touch her own cheek. Warm. Alive. "...I really came back."

I had just opened my eyes when I was informed by the nurse that I had been in a coma for 12 days. I, however, knew that I had lived for 12 years in my dreams. I went from being a pampered Principessa to being Marcello Gallo's most lethal weapon during that period. I pleaded with Papa, Vincenzo Sabato, to start a blood war to eliminate the opposing famiglia in a single night when Marcello wanted the underground casino in Veridia.

] Alcina turned toward the voice and took her first breath without the machinery that had been keeping her alive, it kept her from taking the wrong step because she moved toward it and chose to live. A few days later Ricci was sitting tapping on his laptop working on plan for a starting up a new business when something made him look up at Alcina, she had lain so still looking like a real-life Sleeping Beauty for months. Her golden hair was in a thick braid over her shoulder and her arms were by her sides on the top of the covers, the only difference between her and the Disney Pri

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”