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.

I placed mine in his and stood. ''My Princess, I've heard alot about you and your beauty. Truly, their words are true''. Apparently, he thought his words had an effect on me. Sad. Truly sad. I removed my hand from his and turned to my Father, ''I don't know what charade.....this is, but I'm not going to be a part of it. I will not marry him, or any other person. I'm not ready for marriage and that will not change''. I begin to walk away when I heard King Arnold say,

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.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Ragnar was a bit too late in reacting as he jerked back, causing the dagger to slice through his arm. That girl didn't even finish the whole attack before she launched another attack at him with the intent to kill. This time he was fast. Ragnar moved in a flash as he grabbed the dagger from the sharp edge. It was a silver dagger as it burned his skin, but he didn't care. By now, he was fuming in absolute rage as he glared at the woman. He yanked the dagger out of her hand and tossed it to the ground rather roughly, making it pierce into the soft soil as the handle bar vibrated for a second before coming to a standstill.

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."