Red Dagger Princess Novels & Stories

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

Then suddenly, keal jerks Ravelle closer against him possessively again. “Who needs the pack’s approval,” he says smugly through clenched teeth, “when I have the ultimate symbol standing beside me?” His hand tightens around Ravelle’s waist. “The Princess. Daughter of the Alpha King.” Ravelle immediately shoves against him in disgust. “Don’t fucking touch me!” she snarls furiously. But Keal only laughs, even as revulsion twists across her face. “I would rather marry a corpse.”

I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger. I glared past them, toward the closed door, my hatred simmering. That woman, that filthy stray was being protected like a Luna, while I, the true heir to the throne beside him was left outside like a fool. I wanted to tear that door apart to drag her out and show her exactly who she was dealing with. Then, suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder. I turned sharply, ready to lash out again only to meet Ryder's calm, familiar face. "Miss Dane," he said softly, his eyes holding a quiet warning. "You should go back your room."

Another rocket shot at the temple, and I thought of my mother, would she be lost in there? One of the pillars fell, just missing me. Nyssandra was after the larger man again. She shot lightning at him and hit his leg. He lumbered for her, the knife in his hand glowing a pale blue. I forced myself up. I had to help. I reached for my gift, calling it to my fingertips, calming my mind and centering myself. The large man had a scar down his cheek toward his throat. He was a warrior. He seized hold of Nyssandra, and she electrocuted him. Nothing was happening. His blade glowed brighter and brighter. It was drawing in her energy—an infinity blade.

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."

She had successfully ducked, her eyes not even holding any sense of fear. Princess Nysera. Her long silver hair spilled down her back, her dark skin glowing faintly under the candle’s flame. Draekon dared to move his gaze lower, and it landed on her naked pointy breasts. Lower, and he was seeing her most intimate part. The princess was stark naked before him. "You're hungry...." Her voice came, so gentle and soothing. "Let me satiate that burning need, my king."

What is her purpose here? Is she not supposed to be back in her pack ? Unless… “You two had better become acquainted,” Dakota hissed. “I'm not going to be friends with that thing… ugh,” she said, making a disgusting face at me. Neither do I. “Akira meet Princess Elora of the Black wind pack and Princess Elora—” she paused pointing her hands towards me. “Meet Akira,” she sighed. Alpha princess of the Raven Claw pack, I added to the back of my mind.

There were still three more men fighting somebody. The tribe princess! She saw how the tribe princess was at disadvantage which made her charged with her dagger to one of the men. Sue scream in fright when she successfully planted the dagger into one man. The other man pushed her harshly on the ground, lifting his own swords to kill her but the tribe princess was quick to stab the man at his back. She saw the soulless black lining the tribe princess eyes, seemingly seeing no one. “Ha!” Gadianton was in glee upon beholding that she had defeated the cursed princess. he gave no more second, planting another painful stab at her back too.

She was in a position that he could never reach, no matter what he did. Immediately, all Ryan could feel was helplessness and despair. Due to the immense pain in his legs, he blacked out and fell unconscious. Everyone was silent, as if they could hear a pin drop in the store. No one expected this gorgeous woman in a red dress would be one of the Three Great Chieftains of California’s underworld, the almighty Princess Fleur. They had really thought that she was just some prostitute from a nightclub. This was too big of a mistake.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.