Steampunk Princesses Novels & Stories

And in the quiet tower room, two princesses—necromantress and blood princess—stood on the edge of eternity. Dressed for tomorrow. Tangled in today. Ready for always.

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

“So this is what your kind does? Spend your days enslaving people because you think you’re better than us?” “Well, not every vampire gets that privilege. I guess it’s just my luck that I turned out to be the vampire princess.” I just stared. So Rose Thane was the vampire princess. I had heard of the vampire princess in a few hushed, concealed tales. So very rare had I heard about her that she had seemed like a myth, but here she was, standing right in front of me in the flesh.

Now the two spots at the table are between me and him. “Welcome Prince Mikhail Petrov, Princess Anya Petrova, Prince Gedeon Petrov. Glad you could make it,” Alpha Royce says with a smile that makes me wonder how he is relaxed when he has invited those that should be considered our worst enemies. Or so the storybooks say. I knew vampires existed, but most would not see one in their lifetime. They are a rare race and I doubt there are many left, but if these are royals… are they from the first line of vampires? Or self-titled?

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Morgana’s smile widened until it split her face too far. “Good. I like honest monsters.” She snapped her fingers and I passed a piece of Abby’s dress. The cauldrons behind her hissed. One lid flew off and a cloud of silver-green steam shaped itself into a perfect miniature of Abby…sleeping, innocent, moon-pale. Another cauldron spat out a second figure…the king, tall and golden and furious, reaching for her. Then the little steam-Abby turned her back on him and walked straight into my waiting arms.

**A special thank you to my Delta, Angela, for writing the poem that you'll see throughout this novel. Let this be read in whispered halls, Where shadows linger and embers call. A tale of fire, of sky, of strife, Of stolen eggs and secret life. Skylar I look at myself in the mirror as my maids put the finishing touches on my hair while adding the royal jewels to my neck, wrists, and ears. Being a princess has its privileges. It also has its struggles.

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.