Scary Disney Princesses Novels & Stories

The older ones shook their heads, muttering about shame and impropriety. At the high table, her father’s face was carved from stone. He did not speak to her. Her mother leaned close, voice taut with warning. “Do not let them be right, Elara. You are a princess of this house. Remember that.” Elara swallowed hard, nodding. But her wolf bristled against the words. Princess or not, she was a mate. And her bond was not with Kieran. Across the hall, Serenya met her eyes and offered a sympathetic smile, as if she too were burdened by the weight of rumors. Elara returned it with equal grace, though bile burned her throat. Friend. The word was poison now.

I grabbed her neck and lifted her of the ground, looking at her, her eyes where wide open and you could see how terrified she was, her nails extended showing her wolf was coming forward, but with all the black magic running through me, she couldn’t even put a finger on me. "I really don't care about your opinions, and as far as princess is concerned, you stay away from her, only do what your told, UNDERSTAND", I said to her with so much hate in my voice, it would scare the bravest of worriers, so this useless woman is no exception. "Yes" she said gasping for air, I threw her toward the door and walked back behind my desk and took back my seat. "Good, leave", I said motion her with my hands,

Pain exploded from my scalp as a brutal force yanked me backward by my hair. A scream tore from my throat as I writhed in agony. Bright flames, ravenous eyes—these men were more terrifying than will-o'-the-wisps haunting a graveyard. "Don't waste my time! Kill her already!" Their savage laughter reverberated through the poisonous woods. The leader released his grip on my hair. The blade's gleaming edge caught the light, reflecting the misery etched across my filthy face. A flash of steel, a piercing pain in my chest—I couldn't bear it. I was going to die. The promises I made would remain unfulfilled.

Then she sighs, places me in the crib, stretches her hands in my direction and I see how a white light comes out of them, just like what happens in mine. She says, “Hecate, goddess of wisdom and magic, I call upon you. Sleep the princess’s wolf, block her magic. For every seal on her soul, a mate will rise. My sacrifice, my magic, will pay.” The light from her hands becomes so intense that I cannot see clearly, forcing me to cover my eyes, as I hear someone say, “payment accepted.” Once it’s all over, I feel a shock. I remove my hand from my eyes and see that my mother is on the ground.

I screamed as they drag me in the middle of the room. "We're just going to play like we used to before. Why are you so scared, Princess?" The man who forced fed me threatened. Two of the men holding my arms pinned me against the floor. I desperately tried to pry my arms away from them, but it only felt like my arms would pop out of their sockets. "Let me go! Please! I'll fucking eat the food!" I desperately tried to negotiate. "Too late for that, Princess." He said as he pinned my legs down, his nails digging into my thighs.

I watched her face as I said that, her brows scrunching in concentration while she processed my words. “That explains why you aren’t pasty like me” she said, wrinkling her nose and looking at her arms. “I mean according to pop culture vampires are pale, hate the sun or die from it, have an aversion to garlic and can be killed by driving a stake through their heart.” Her gray eyes flicked to mine, and she gave me a wry grin. “Don’t worry Cade, I don’t plan on turning into Buffy anytime soon.” I laughed at that and so did she.

"And since you brought up my scar, let's talk about how I got it. Do you remember what you did to me when we were ten?" "I was trying to help you stop that attacker, and if you hadn't pushed me, how would I have ended up crashing right into him? How would my face have gotten ruined?" "That's not—I never meant—" she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks like she was the victim here. "Save the waterworks. You got what you wanted—the pretty face, the money, the perfect life. Just be good and continue to be Daddy's little princess." I turned to leave, but she started sobbing, her voice breaking:" It wasn't like that, Serena... I was just worried about you... How can you think so little of me?"

"Presenting Princess Sapphire Cline and Charles Gordon." "Mate." My wolf Fenris makes himself known. He basically growled out that word. In walks the most amazing looking woman I have ever seen. She has fire-red hair. And finally, it dawned on me he said the princess. O my goodness my mate is the vampire princess.

Daisy stared at her. For a moment she looked like she might say nothing. Then her lip trembled slightly. Very slightly. "I'm scared." Jessica felt her heart crack. Because suddenly Daisy didn't look twenty one anymore. Didn't look grown up. Didn't look like an adult. Suddenly she looked six. Standing in pyjamas with a stuffed rabbit tucked beneath her arm. Scared of thunderstorms. Scared of monsters. Scared of the dark. Only this wasn't thunder. Wasn't monsters.

I don't know; the only princess movie I've ever seen was the one we all saw in the theater. I took the DVD player's remote, inserted the disc, pressed "play," turned the volume up, and then sat back down next to Daisy. It starts playing and showing right away. Della?? "Mama?!" Daisy shouts out in panic, but I'm locked in place. Exactly what is this? She has a knife stuck in her leg and is restrained to a chair. The second individual in the video is standing aside and holding a hammer. The hammer is raised in their hands, and