Spell Priscilla Novels & Stories

I was still branded even though I had been sold. “I have nothing to say to you,” I hissed at him as I adjusted my scarf that had come off during our scruffle. “Dlpad,” he muttered to himself with a small smile. I froze as I recognized the language he had been muttering. This wasn’t just any prince. This was Prince Scott of Brigisha. Unless Queen Tolia suddenly popped out another son in his late twenties who hated me and Graham with a passion, then this was undoubtedly Scott. “Don’t pretend to be modest now. Why don’t you finish what you came here to do,”

for HIM. The princes greeted me with the usual flattery and courtly words, but I heard little of their pleasantries. My eyes darted from one face to another searching for green eyes or a bandaged arm. Prince Aric had green eyes but slender frame couldn’t be that of the man who held me strongly last night. Moving on, I found myself face-to-face with Prince Gilbert of Suncrest. His eyes, too, gleamed a rich green, though they lacked the intensity that had haunted my dreams. He was impeccably formal.

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Selena slipped through the archway, Elric at her side, his daggers already wet from the last patrol they'd cut down in the outer courtyard. They found Priscilla in the old archives, just where Selena expected. She stood before the towering shelves, a torch in one hand, her other wrapped around the hilt of a curved blade. Scrolls and ledgers littered the floor at her feet, half-burned, the ashes drifting like dead snow. Priscilla didn't flinch when they stepped into the torchlight. Her face was flushed, hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Madness danced in her eyes , or maybe it was freedom.

Priscilla declared, her eyes filled with murderous intent as her eyes darted around. I watched their flippant attitude and couldn't help but smirk at them. At this point, Priscilla was the second-most powerful beastman in the Secret Realm, after me. If it weren't for that fact, I knew that the other beastmen wouldn't have hesitated to beat her and Jasper up for their attitude. Jasper didn't forget to drag me into the mud as well. "Look, Prissy, I think your husband is going to nag at you too."

Now when she finally had some dirt on Lana, Priscilla did not hold back from misusing it. She flipped her hair and headed towards the classroom. Using her sibgen powers Priscilla had an upper hand in not being caught. However, for some reason she kept the recording of step-sister revelation hidden. Instead posted the restroom prank. Priscilla had something big and evil ongoing in her mind.

Fine… let’s get you a decent punishment! With my hand, a glyph drawn on my palm using my own blood, I reached to the veins of the flower bed entangled around my wounded arm and cast my spell. The princess smirked secretly, thinking that she had the upper hand, wearing a mask of lies hiding her true feeling. {Priscilla’s point of view}

Instinctively, without even realizing she was doing it, Priscilla was jerking her teacher's cum-spitting cock off holding the stalk as if she was squeezing a can of suntan spray, making sure she got it in all the right places. "Ahhhh!" Mr. Dalton moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure, his face twisted with erotic delight as the weeping tingles of orgasm coursed through him. The poor man had never felt so thrilled, so excited. He'd never ridden such a beautiful wave of ecstasy. He stood shaking and shuddering, looking down at her surprised face, the incredible expression of ecstasy etched into her pretty features as she watched his bulging cock spit cum. She kept moving it around as thoug