Slay The Princess Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he sobbed this time, the fight finally draining out of him. “I’m done having fun, I guess I can show you mercy by killing you,” I said, stepping back. “Have we had enough fun, boys?” I turned to Nolan and Dimitri. Nolan’s eyes met mine. “Anything you want, Princess.” I leaned in close, whispering against his ear, “Rot in hell.” With that, I gripped the knife tightly and slowly slit his throat open. He let out a choked sound as he choked on his blood, his body jerking violently before going still.

I scoffed, choking harshly on the potatoes. "she's dying!" penny screamed I quickly grabbed my drink, before downing half of it. "I'm sorry, you signed me up for that... contest?" "we want you to find your mate Amee, you deserve to find the love me and your father have. The prince's are handsome, well educated men who would make a perfect partner even if they don't turn out to be your mate..." my mum spoke. "I'm happy on my own mum..." I spoke "besides, there's no way I will get chosen to compete... I mean I'm not a Princess... and if I do get in... they're never going to choose me... so why bother?"

She felt as if she had met Alex somewhere else, a very long time ago. “We are very sorry about…all that, forgive us. It’s our fault but we won’t waste any more of your time,” Tiana said trying to shift the scene that took place out of the children’s mind. “Why don’t you introduce yourselves?” She gave them each of them a warm smile. She was changing the subject but they needed it to carry their minds off the emotional outburst that took place. “I am Angela and I am the princess of Prestoria.” “Why aren’t you ruling your kingdom? What happened?” Slayman asked interested.

With no resort left, he lifted his hand and slapped the Princess across the face, her eyes snapped open with a gasp as if she had come out of underwater. Looking in his eyes he felt her numb under his blank stare before she finally summoned the courage to push him away and he scurried off her, stumbling. Laylin fell on the floor, coughing and wheezing. His head turned to her before he wordlessly stepped away from the Princess. The commotion had settled by now. She grabbed his hand and nodded, staggeringly trying not to lose consciousness once again. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” He felt dumbfounded. He never thought he would be thanked for slapping a Princess. He was about to part his lips

~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

Camilla's POV I watched from the shadows as the Lycan roared furiously. That she-wolf, Sadie, had slapped the Princess. Sadie had played a key role in my plan, but I no longer needed her. I made sure her pup never made it out of the ICU. She had to pay for gloating when the Princess lost that wolf's spawn. That pup was born weak anyway, and it was her mother’s fault. She gave me her pup's blood from the womb to create the potion that killed the Princess's pup. It's a shame that the Princess, being too soft-hearted, cured the pup already. She will soon learn that kindness is futile.

I clawed at her wrists, eyes darting to Valentina — but she stood frozen, head still bowed. The princess hurled me to the floor. My skull cracked against stone. “Ahh!” I screamed “When the prince asks for a slave,” she said, smoothing her dress, “make sure it’s her.” Valentina’s voice was taut. “Yes, my princess.” Tears scalded my cheeks. I didn’t want to go to him. I’d seen what he did. The princess gave me one last, hateful glance. “No slave will ever outshine me. Never.” With a flick of her skirts, she stormed out.

I whisper. My plan is simple: I’m going to use myself as a diversion to distract whoever’s out there, hopefully giving the princess a chance to recover or escape. At the very least, I want to buy her as much time as I can. Princess Sylvia’s eyes widen in shock. “You idiot!” She whispers, quickly realizing my plan. “Don’t you dare do what I think you’re about to do! You’re going to get Spencer killed!” I breathe out a sigh, looking around frantically. I know the princess’s words are just a reflection of her real concern for me. Even blinded by momentary weakness, Spencer would be just fine, and we both know it. He’s too powerful to be taken down.

She yanked my hand away from Slade swiftly and struck him across the face. I breathed out, blinking severally. I wanted to yell that I could decide for myself and didn't need someone to find me a mate. I wanted to scream that I was present, and they weren't allowed to talk about me like I was a commodity. I wanted to yell about many things, but I didn't. Or, instead, I couldn't. Prince Damien jumped down from the stage and drew out a sword I didn't know he had until now. He pointed it towards Slade and murmured. "A duel to the death? And you can have her if you win."

Safe said, extending her hand. I glanced at it, debating if I should wrap mine in it or not. “Let's be friends; I can sense a great pair between us," she said, and my belly flustered. "Friends?” I gasped, shocked at her proposal. Why would the Lycan princess want to be friends with me? Perhaps she has no idea that I am her brother’s sex slave. “I am Alpha Killian and Lucian's sex slave," I blurted out. She tilted her head and shrugged.