Red Dagger Princess Novels & Stories

“What… does that mean? You said--” The woman reached for her hood, and my heart lurched. The face that had looked at me in that hazy dream when I was in the cave was looking at me. Her face looked so much like my mother’s in the painting, but there were several differences that told me that she wasn’t. She was a relative of some sort. “Who… are you?’ “If you’d like the formality, I am Raven, the second princess of the United Vampire Covens.” She said with a small smirk. “I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.”

Darren rubbed his face roughly. The blinding light of the lamp exposed the room, whose walls were filled with paintings. Ferin smiled crookedly as he looked at the painting of a large, very shady tree. "King Carlen and princess Lucia come to the Redwood Pack. Crown Prince Vander to the Tongass Pack. Prince Darren is starting to waver in his stance." "What?" The blonde woman was surprised. "Hey, why do you call her princess Lucia? You don't even have solid proof yet."

She just let them kill her so that they can still be a family even if they are in the afterlife. A few minutes after she closed her eyes she still could not feel the sharpness of the sword on her skin. She suddenly opened her eyes to see of what happened. She was shocked to see that the two men were already lying on the grass, both lifeless and with an arrow hit in their neck. Who? Who is the person that helped me? Is it my father? Is he still alive? "Princess Amayah. Thank you and you are still alive," the leader of the eunuchs, Eli, quickly hugged her, saying that it was he who saved her and not her father the king.

A delicate golden circlet rested on her brow…not the old tiara, but something newer, fiercer, crowned with a single blood-red ruby that pulsed like a heartbeat. She looked nothing like the quiet, broken girl who had disappeared three years ago. She looked like a queen who had walked through hell and come back wearing its crown. At her side, holding her hand with the calm confidence only a child raised to rule could possess, walked a little girl no older than five. She wore a miniature version of her mother’s gown in soft silver, her dark curls pinned with tiny pearls. KgHer eyes…Blade’s eyes…scanned the room with regal curiosity. The Alpha Princess. The heir.

“Silas Winslow found her hiding under her mother's dead body, soaked in blood, that silver dagger in your hand, that belongs to the assassin she stabbed in the eye to survive, the King realized he couldn't protect her in the North, every Alpha wanted her dead, so he erased her name, he made her a ghost, he sent her to live like a beggar because nobody looks for a royal princess in the mud.” I looked down at the tiny silver dagger sitting among the broken glass, my heart pounding hard against my ribs as the brutal realization hit my mind like a flash of lightning.

So seeing her like this is like a dagger to my heart. “You are both coming back with me. I Ryder ‘Savage’ Jackson, president of the Princes of Darkness MC. Claim you both as mine.” Her eyes widen before she laughs out loud, shaking her head. Wiping her tears from her eyes and Rebel laughs too. The sound is beautiful. Rebel claps because her mom is laughing.

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

The crown upon his head is a dark, jagged metal that looks like metal dragon claws curled around his temples. But it’s his eyes that unsettle me the most as I approach closer. They are not human. Not entirely. They are slitted like a dragon’s, watching me with a burning curiosity that makes my skin prickle with heat. I will not let him see my fear. The soldier shoves me down on my knees before him. “Before you is Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion,” the soldier announces. “Dethroned princess of Velmira, offered as your Queen tribute.”

Deya could not look away, watching how, together with scarlet streams, jolts, life flows out of the body. Snow rustled nearby, and the princess shuddered in fright. My heart jumped to my throat, but in vain: it was Arleta. The girl crept closer, crawling. A dagger in a sheath was clamped in his teeth. As she drew level with the princess, the maid turned around for a moment, meeting her eyes. Deja silently nodded to her. The girl crawled further, choosing one of the opponents for herself.