Slay The Princess Novels & Stories

Apparently, she had launched a projectile that broke Aki’s foothold. “Fancy a prince tah rescue ye, princess?” “I’m not a princess,” Aki replied through gritted teeth. “I’m a SLAYER princess!” With a back flip, Aki brought herself upside-down with her legs spinning in a wheel kick. Yuriko held her forearms up in an X shape and the casings of her katars blocked the kicks. Aki landed right in front of her.

HIS NEXT TARGET: "Doing as you wish, my Princess." He answered and raised the sword up. Before Princess Joanna could scream for help, he had sliceda the sword through her stomach, nearly cutting her into two. Before her body would touch the ground, he caught her and carried her to her bed dropping her gently. "Y-you are t-he ki-kille..." "Killer? I am the killer." Adam said, confirming the dying Princess's suspicion. "And I am doing your last wish. You are staring at my handsome face while you die."

The room's walls suddenly caved in, and the King's eyes widened in shock as Mask Princess rolled inside, wielding her lethal weapons with deadly accuracy. The King's heart raced faster as he witnessed his untimely attacker. Mask Princess raised her gaze to him and grinned coldly before delivering the first strike. The King defended himself with all his might, but the assassin proved too quick for him. Her kicks were powerful, and before the King could react, Mask Princess launched herself at him with all her might. Her force sent him flying out of the room and landing hard onto the ground. Gasping for air, the King watched as the Mask Princess's sword found its mark, piercing his stomach and

I lashed out, my brows furrowing in anger. He can't even narrate the whole story boastfully because he's not sure of it and this gave me another chance to deny the whole story once again. "It's not a tale, Your Highness." Lord Miller affirmed, speaking for the first time today. "All he had said is what happened. The young princess was taken away as a slave by the powerful Vampire clan, The Guilt Guild. She was taken for this same reason but she ended up escaping when she was grown enough." He explained further.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“Marco Vitale, you really are despicable!” I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist midair, his grip firm, unyielding. “My principessa,” he whispered, softening his voice like velvet wrapping a blade, “just hear me out.” I narrowed my eyes, breath ragged. “…Fine. Talk.”

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

As I had done with William, I sent my message to Theodore: "I will take revenge and destroy this empire, stone by stone. No matter what. Shock took over his expression. I saw him whisper something to the emperor, who signaled with his hand to proceed with the execution. "People of the empire of Arventia! Today is a sad day. It has come to our attention that the first princess, Camellia Arventia, is a heretic! She claimed to be a faithful believer, but she was deceiving us. The goddess Eonora is happy to see the success of her people, but we need to do justice and punish the heretics. May Eonora bless you all!" The high priest pointed his finger at me and the executioner pulled my hair, forci

Princess Sylvia says, voice lethally soft. Stomach churning, I step out of the car. We’ve parked at the base of a massive, remote mountain shrouded in a thick fog, with exceptionally low visibility. As Princess Sylvia and the maids surround me, the air starts to shrivel up with a sense of impending danger. “Remember,” I begin nervously, scanning the trees desperately for anywhere to escape to, “If you kill me, you’ll ruin Spencer!” For a moment, the princess looks at me like she has no idea what I’m talking about. But after a moment she starts to laugh uproariously, stalking towards me with something lethal in her eyes.