Slay The Princess Chapters Novels & Stories

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

“She isn’t Elena. She’s a fraud, and you’re too blind to see it—even your own daughter you can’t recognize!” Another strike. My knees buckled, but I refused to scream. Refused to give them that satisfaction. The soldiers circled, eyes like wolves waiting for me to break. Whip after whip, the leather tore my skin, hot blood soaking through my dress. I swayed, shuddering, until finally—on the last blow—the whip snapped in two. I collapsed onto the marble floor, vision swimming. And through the haze, I saw him. Adrian. For one fragile second, my heart lurched. Some pathetic, dying part of me thought—maybe, like before, he’d pull me into his arms. Whisper against my ear: It’s alright. I’ve got y

Her princess of tied standing with her arms sprayed, the clothing on her back was torn and a guard was whipping her with the devil's whip that hurts like hell. Her back was bloody, her eyes were red with tears when they found Sally. But even as another stroke of whip landed on her back, the princess didn't make a sound at all. "Oh, Creator!" Sally cried out, tears filling her eyes at the awful sight. She threw herself to her knees and faced the mistress. "Please! Please, have mercy! P-Please, mistress, please! Let her go, please!" She cried sorrowfully. Vetta kicked her, "Get out from here! How dare you burst into this place and think you can do anything you want!? Get out, now!"

“The princess of Handar.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. “Nya, sweetheart, you can’t possibly--” Slate’s words were cut short as an arrow pierced his body, near his heart. Her eyes enlarged as she turned to see one of the Beelzanborg troops getting ready to notch another arrow. Flint, Slate’s brother, was near the soldier and moved at him, anger apparent on his reddening face. He drew his sword and cut him down, but when Nya turned back to Slate, she could see it might be too late.

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

Does he have a death wish? “Princess, I came to apologise for what happened to you. You should never have been treated that way. If I had known sooner I’d have stopped it all. I had no right to touch you, I had no right to have you in my bed. I know you only agreed to anything because you were keeping your brother safe. Please, Princess Adelaide,” a quiver enters his voice as I close the gap so there are only five feet between us. Malcom transformed and stands in my way. Gary wraps his arms around Wade’s chest and attempts to drag him away. My teeth bared menacingly as saliva drips from my sharp teeth. ‘No, stop, please, mine, he’s mine,’ I ignore her pleading. I shove Malcom’s grey form awa

He scoffed but I was done with this, my anger dancing all over my body and it flamed dangerously around me. "How dare you?" I was vibrating in anger as I walked toward him. "I only get to reject and choose, but you deceived me, How dare you?" I sent a heavy blow across his beautiful face and he growled jerking me forward to meet me and sent a heavy slap across my face. "Well, Prince Aiden of the Seven in one pack rejects Princess Tahira as his Luna! Deal with it 'cause you're going to be my slave." He said, wiping the blood at the corner of his lips.

“It wasn’t you who came late, but this stupid girl who was late thinking. You’re a wonder, Queenie. First, why don’t you use Fewa to cross the thorny forest? We could have safely climbed onto Fewa’s back and crossed the forest. But you’d rather I sacrifice my hand to open the way for you. And now, if you know Argo can handle all these snakes, why should we be so tired of fighting? You’re such a pain in the ass!” “No, Prince. Don’t say that. Princess Queenie is our next Queen and Savior. Please, don’t insult her.” Queenie looked fiercely at Deril. “Shut your mouth, Deril! Or do you want me to command Argo to swallow you? So you can join with all snakes in Argo’s stomach.” “Wow! Wow! Wow! Well

They fought with a ferocity born from years of suppressed emotions, their swords clashing amidst the cries of the dying. "In the end, the princess emerged victorious, her sword piercing through the prince's heart as he fell to the ground. The princess stood over the prince's body, her eyes dry but her heart breaking into a thousand pieces. As he breathed his final breath, the prince whispered her name, a final act of love and remembrance. "The princess turned her back on the battlefield, her kingdom the victor but her heart destroyed. She returned home, her soul scarred with the weight of her betrayal, the love she once cherished now twisted into a dark and deadly thing.

The cool night air rushed through my fur, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of my transformation. Looking back at the silent, imposing silhouette of the palace, a wave of despair washed over me. Papa. Mama. What would they think? What would they do? But the primal urge to run, to escape the confines of my former life, was stronger than my fear and my guilt. I kept running, deeper into the gardens, towards the shadowy trees at the edge of the palace grounds. The resonant hum within me seemed to guide my way, a strange and terrifying compass pointing towards an unknown destiny. The princess was gone. Now, only the beast remained, fleeing into the night.