Red Dagger Princess Novels & Stories

People were calling him the perfect man. Even our wedding from ten years ago resurfaced. Our wedding had been a grand affair on a secluded island, where the path from the docks to the ceremony was lined with roses Nigel had planted himself. The crown on my head shimmered under the sunlight, encrusted with gems of every color. My wedding dress, one of a kind, became the dream of countless girls. They all wished to meet a man like Nigel. How naive. There was no such thing as a perfect man. Only disguises and deceit, dressed up as love.

“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.

Chapter 3: Redhaired Vixen Prince Aldrich Theano Prince Aldrich stared at the redhaired vixen called Lady A. In all his years in living in Nevera, he has never encountered a woman who could speak this audacious and boldly. Yes as a prince he has encountered beautiful women, women from different places and they've been quite forward too but her words is quite different from the ones he's heard. Her proposition is so shocking.. At first he thought he didn't hear her quite clearly...

“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!

“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.”