Red Dagger Princess Novels & Stories

I just know that I've been lied to all this while. She moved eloquently, and you would tell that she was from a noble and royal blood. Her steps were précised. She paused just some steps before the Grand Prince Caius. I watched Grand Prince Caius and the young lady who stood in front of him. Everyone clapped their hands as they smiled. It was indeed a surprise. “Good day everyone I'm Princess Lyra Redwyn by name, daughter of Alpha Redwyn of the Ravenclaw Pack. I'm honored” she said, as she smiled.

Not with red, but with a glowing, amethyst liquid that hissed when it hit the ground. "Where is it?" she asked. She leaned down. Her eyes were hollow. No pupils. Just a swirling purple fog. "Fuck you," Aradaa whispered. Seraphina laughed. It sounded like breaking glass. She jumped. Aradaa rolled. He hit the dirt, his shoulder slamming into a rosebush. Thorns tore his skin. He didn't feel the sting. He only felt the cold. "The child isn't yours to keep," Seraphina said. She walked toward him. Slow. The dagger hummed. "It belongs to the Ridge. It belongs to the King."

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

Jangling can be heard as she maneuvers it and then reveals a harness that she had been wearing, full of a multitude of weaponry that is both impressive and scary. As she puts it down, a glint flashes in my direction and the shine is so bright, it can only mean one thing, her blades are made of silver. Silas allows his nails to elongate into claws, and crouches down ready to attack, Red simply stares back at him, still wearing her cloak. "You may remove your cloak if you wish, Red." "Thank you, Alpha Hades, but I prefer to keep it on. My identity must remain unknown, and I hope that you will respect that."

, he says. Sherlin gasps as she walks in with the flowery concoction in her hand. “Princess… Queen Adria. Why did you do this?”, she kneels down against my legs trying to hide the legs. “My wish Sherlin”, I say, she almost hisses at the disrespect thrown at her, yet it was better than telling a woman she was just built to please men. I pull the satchel of the dagger binding it along my exposed thigh. I slide the dagger into the stark black satchel making it almost impossible to ignore its presence.

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

’ The pain was so intense Alcina could barely breathe but she knew she had one chance, Uri and Noa had taught her that she would always get that one chance and she had to be ready to take it. The guard took his place at the top of the bed and leaned over her to grab her arms so he could pin her down for the Prince, it was her chance, and crying out with the pain she drew her hand back and aimed her fingers into his eyes. Abdullah screamed in agony as her nails dug into his eyeballs popping them and blinding him for life, his hands went to his face as he collapsed onto the floor while she rolled off the bed away from him. Ignoring her own pain she went back to his writhing body and grabbed hi

Holding him by the back of his neck as Lara walks toward him, green blood dripping from her white and silver armour. “I Princess Larnaca of the fae kingdom, sentence you to death Xerxes, for your crimes against humanity, the shifters, the fae, and for the murder of our father. I invoke the right to the fae throne. The fae throne that you corrupted.” She points the tip of the blade at his chest. I smirk as I look at her, my chest heaving with anticipation for this to end. She raises the sword in her hand, her eyes glowing white. The blade glows, the words etched turn a fiery blue as she screams before she strikes.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

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.