Rothbart Swan Princess Novels & Stories

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

Prince Rudolph turned red with anger. Meanwhile, the princess didn't waste any time. She turned her gaze to the captain and said, "Captain, it is not right to badmouth a poor girl. Maybe your tongue didn't work because of your spite? Still, you got lucky. They say the tongues of slanderers fall off for good. And their noses rot, as if from a horrible disease. Isn't that right, Martha?"

Soran pursed his lips as he took out a twelve centimeter long curved blade and followed Ken before circling around to corner Princess Regina from the back and front. Princess Regina glared at the two approaching figures from her front and back as she tightened the hold on her whip. Her wrist twisted and flexibly turned a circle as the whip full of thorns arose and surrounded her like a mother snake surroundings its egg. The whip fluttered and slithered around her like a circular moving barrier, and it gave her time to breath as Soran and Ken lingered a few meters away from her.

I am also like you dear , my name is Jade and I can help you get revenge against Barbie and that old lady if you interested let meet at the cafe shop down your street Ophelia smirked wickedly as she messaged Jade back. Sure let meet up "I will make your life a living hell Barbie " she mumbled with a dark smirk. < FEW DAYS LATER ~ Mark's MANSION > Swan was discharged some days ago , she had healed quickly and was now playing around the living room with her brother Steve , they were drawing. Both brother and sister really had the talent for drawing , at the age of five they could draw something a ten years old child couldn't.

he nodded “There is a story behind it though…” “Really” he asked, with his brows furrowed “Yes…the swan princess” “Swan princess? That’s funny” “Yea…..she got cursed by a wicked witch and perhaps changes to a swan by sunset and changes back to her normal human form by sunrise…” “Oh…that’s bad” Aiden chuckled. She jabs him in the shoulder laughing along “That isn’t a real story….I can’t believe someone will ever change to a swan, it’s mystic” Aiden cooed

I was happy for them both. Then Kurt approached his mate. She was a beautiful girl with black hair that was so black it looked like it had blue streaks. He held her hand and said, “Mate.” She put her hand on his face and said, “Mine.” He said, “I am Prince Kurt from the Lycan Kingdom.” She smiled, “I am Princess Sabrina from the Mermaid Kingdom.” They were both lost in each other’s eyes when I looked to my other side and saw a huge man approach my Sylvie.

The audience exclaimed excitedly, “Wow!” “Amazing!” People whistled as they watched the incredible stage with a theme of forties. On it were beautiful models standing with blank faces. As another music started, the motionless models started to move one by one. They looked like beautiful dolls as they started the show. A loud applause followed. The first model was supermodel Saskia de Brauw. With her white-blond hair and pale skin, she looked like a Russian royalty. Next was Sinna Agren with her classic beauty. The audience continued to clap as the Belgian twins walked out comfortably with their retro tweed outfits.

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

Her mature temperament even left him feeling dazed for a moment. "Who's this, sir?" Rozi calmly sat down on the couch. Over the past few days, she had grown accustomed to living in this modern world. Adrian replied, "This is Abioye Rozi. Rozi is the Partingian princess from a thousand and two hundred years ago.” "What?!" Steel was so astonished that he staggered backward. A thousand and two hundred years? Color began to drain from Steel's face as he asked, "Are you kidding me, sir? She's a thousand and two hundred years old, and the princess of Partingia?"

It was clear that he couldn’t fathom someone he’d trusted so much stabbing him in the back so definitively. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft and understanding. Seeing the shock in his eyes, she wasn’t sure whether or not she should tell him what else Gator had revealed, but she also didn’t want to let it linger, either. “He also told me about the princess.” Slate’s dark brows furrowed as he stared at her face. “Princess?” he repeated. “What princess--other than you?” Nya’s heart began to pound in her chest. Had Gator just been messing with her, trying to convince her that Slate didn’t care about her, when he really did? “The princess of Handar.”