Steampunk Princesses Novels & Stories

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.

If it weren't for her blood link, she would have stayed here for eternity, relishing in the luxury of the King's favour. On her first night, she called the servants into her room, ordered piles of chocolates and candies to be delivered, along with a tailor to be sent at their earliest convenience to fit her for her royal gowns. Some old dresses had been removed from courtesans closets and given to her instead, which undoubtedly infuriated those nagging women. The closet the King had ordered had not arrived yet and would undoubtedly be unsuitable for a Queen. She wondered if her title remained as a member of the Amiran guild. Nonetheless, she wanted custom gowns of her own. She ordered a bubb

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

A chilling silence fell over the room. “The princesses craved more than what their father could offer them. Eldric had many mistresses, women who bore him children but were never his true queen. The princesses saw them as weak, but in truth, they were powerful—gifted in their own ways. When Eldric refused to share the full extent of his magic with his daughters, they took matters into their own hands. One by one, they drained the life force of his mistresses, stealing their magic, growing stronger with each soul they consumed.”

This is just… Posey steps forward to stand between me and the young woman draped in silver moonlight, her gown like something out of the ancient books in Arthur’s archives. It’s strange seeing the haunting outline of the diadem on her head, her dark, tightly curled hair woven through the slits of metal in an intricate updo compared to Posey, soot-stained and gorgeous, still in her apron, the diadem resting on top of her thick, strawberry-blonde waves. Two princesses separated by death and centuries stare at each other for a very long time.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

I had given her a few minutes alone with them while I waited for her outside. "Are you ready, mon amour?" I asked her as I kissed her temple when she came back. She was already in her fighting gear. The skin-tight clothes were driving me up the wall. Bella wore a black steampunk corset with tight leggings and high heel boots. Someone braided her hair intricately, making her look like a Viking princess.