Red Dagger Princess Novels & Stories

Her wolf form is a blur of cinnamon coloured and white fur, her eyes glowing with determination as she fends off the soldiers with calculated precision. Each soldier who approaches her is met with a powerful swipe of her claws or a swift, agile dodge that leaves them stumbling. Zeva's spirit shines through her, a formidable force working in perfect harmony with Cynamon's instincts. For a moment, I dare to hope that we might actually overcome this threat.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

“They used special knives. Ones forged in wolfsbane. They’re designed to bleed wolves. That’s why they’re still open wounds and why her body hasn’t healed them yet.” Valentin looked up at Kairos. He frowned. “Where’s the Princess?” “Dunno,” Kairos grunted. He gestured to me with his chin. “Got more important things here.” Valentin nodded as if he understood. His hands were still checking my body. He looked back up at Kairos. “Find the princess. We need to know her involvement,” he tipped his head back down and put his hands under my neck and thighs. “Plus, our prisoner has run off.”

The crest on the lead man’s chest gleamed in the light from Moonbrook’s wall: Silverfang. “I am Princess Talia of Silverfang. Stand down,” I yelled. The lead man did not stand down. He raised his sword and shouted something to the men behind him that I did not catch. Robin's voice rang sharply in my mind, ‘You are in rogue armor and covered in blood. They do not see you. They see a rogue holding a child. Get the armor off. Now!’ I set Annie down against my legs and pulled the vest over my head. I threw it on the ground in front of me.

Aiden coughed out blood. "Just fucking stop okay!!" He yelled and held the sword despite being severely injured. She kicked his face hard and he groaned in pain but still mustered every strength left in him to talk to her. "You're Tahira, Alpha, and Princess to the Red Stone Pack and ... .My Queen. So don't fucking hurt your King!" He commanded and she stopped abruptly.m and joined confused, staggering backward. Her fierce red orbs slowly returned to her normal hazel eyes, and the dangerous aura around her slowly disappeared.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.” “When the world goes up in flame, Vera Rhys, only the real dragons survive the fire. I am a real dragon. You are not.” “What the heck is this little headache?” Nova grunted. ”For a virgin, he sure has a lot of women who want their talon in his sweet, sexy ass...” I snorted. The kid glared at me as she pulled out what looked like a very pretty, very sharp dagger. Maybe not a kid, at all!

The delicate gold crown was woven into a filigree band encrusted with diamonds. As he held the crown up to the ceiling above him, Daniel said the spell in the old language then placed it on Gretchen's bowed head. Holding it out to her, Gretchen took Daniel's hand and rose to her feet then faced the guests. As she blew out through her mouth, she looked to Teddy as a smile curled up on the side of his mouth and he winked at her. Daniel said, "I present to you Her Royal Highness, Princess Gretchen, Shield Maiden of the Darke and Defender of the Faith."