Russian Princess Novels & Stories

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

“The real story. Not the file.” I stared at the ceiling. Firelight danced across the beams. “She was nineteen when she met Sergei Kovalev. He was already powerful. Ruthless. She was the daughter of a minor pakhan. Beautiful. Defiant. They called her the Ice Princess because she never cried. Not even when he beat her.” Valerio’s arm tightened around me.

Here are some fun facts about The Romanov Princess: -The original title of this story is My Vampire Mistress. - The short name for Anastasia in Russian would be "Nastya" or "Nastas" not Ana. And did you know the short-name for Alexandra isn't "Alex", but in Russia we would call her, "Sasha". LOL. - The two sisters only appeared as fictional characters at first, but one of my great readers suggested I make the story more historical, and that's when I realized how coincident it was that the characters really matched the real Grand Duchesses of Russia.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

"Another palace." Rus looked at her from the sofa chair, feeling sympathetic. He had been given the room beside hers, but he didn't want to leave her alone. There was a knock at the door. Ava turned around to look at Rus and then back at the door. Whoever was on the other side did not wait for a response as the door flew open. "Princess!" Ava said coming to stand near Rus who was now standing out of respect too. Princess Raya hastily rushed into the room before closing the door. She wore a sky-blue dress, her auburn hair was in a twisted knot, and a small diamond-encrusted tiara sat on her head.

Prince was happy that he had gotten that chance to enjoy himself with such a pretty lady. When Princess Natasha awoke in the morning, she discovered that what she had experienced in her dream had occurred to her. Someone has stolen her pride. She dashed out the door to see if her door had been tampered with. However, it was undamaged. And no one was in her neighborhood.

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

“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

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”