Slay The Princess Rule 34 Novels & Stories

“In whatever form you deem necessary for our blatant defiance.” “You are in no position to negotiate SLAVE.” Silas barked viciously, though his tone became slightly amused with a sharp edge the next time he spoke. “If I didn’t know any better, I would believe you care for the witch.” Vincent growled but before either of us could react, the Prince raged my head to the side and violently pierced the flesh with his fang, tearing deeper than was needed before pulling back his head and licking his lips. I groaned in pain, my body collapsing forward into him.

Lian whispered, shocked and troubled breaths; Was his eyes red, I swear I saw them change, who is this, but what is this thing, is he human like us or what, oh my God what did I get myself into, his words were entering my heart like bullets I can almost feel her pain really, no no no no I won't stay in this Hell another moment, I'll escape from this hell before something happens to me Princess Lian returned to the kingdom of the winds, swearing to forget everything, as she decided to rebel against her father and not enter any races again, once is enough for her and one loss is enough for her

"H-honey you can't do that! he is our child, what has gone into you.?" my eyes widened in horror, I ran towards the man to grab the child from him. But as I reached the spot the child's innocent blood greeted me, My face was covered with the blood that splashed. "Ye shall infer the verity! This sacrifice shall set thee free from the worldly grieves." Reciting the phrase, the man walked towards his wife with the blood-stained dagger. "No, no wait! Is he going to kill her as well"? I questioned myself. I shall not be a bystander, this time before the man could reach her, I went in and stood in front of the lady.

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"

I thought that was just a rumor so I never paid attention to that "Okay" I smiled at calix reassuringly to make his worried face bright After saying those words, I immediately prepared myself to get a contract with the spirits by walking through the altar and said, "Our beloved spirit, Give me your grace" a light struck to me and woke up in a familiar place or to be specific, the palace. I was seeing myself or rather the real princess lalaine on the novel. She was currently infront of lots of people and being killed by calix while his father was watching.

Macro POV Sera didn't melt into my embrace. Her body was a rigid line, and her brow was still creased in pain. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I asked, immediately releasing my hold. She smirked coldly, and, in one fluid motion, slid the sheer fabric from her shoulders. The breathtaking curves of her body were once again on full display, the sight of them a raw, physical hunger I had known well. How many times had I been lost in this body with a desperate passion?

Slyven almost whispered to Xylia. “Nix wasn’t in her right mind. It is a trait that all princesses in the shifter world have. They have pups normally born of rape. Would you be in your right mind? Think about this before you go treating her or anyone else in this house like they are under you.” Xylia lifted her hand from his chest, but Slyven stayed on the floor. She turned to leave the room, but Slyven grabbed her hand. Xylia turned to look at him again.

I lashed out, but she easily blocked my attacks, her expression calm and collected. "You're nothing but a broken little princess, Lucianne," Aurora said, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Tell me, how did it feel when your mate slit your wrists himself?" That was the final straw. With a roar of fury, I charged at her, my daggers aimed straight for her heart. But my anger made me reckless. She sidestepped at the last moment, tripping me with her pole. I stumbled, losing my balance, and she was on me in an instant, her pole pressing down on my throat. I blinked in surprise, the rage falling away. My face flushed with humiliation as I lay there realising what had just happened. She had baited me

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless: