Steel Princess Novels & Stories

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.

exclaimed Sasha, nearly leaping out of her seat. "You know them?" innocently asked Luna as Sasha whipped her head toward the shorter girl, an expression of incredulousness displayed on her face. "How can you not know about them!? They're like super famous that even a village girl like me knows about them! That's Prince Zain, aka, the prodigy warrior prince, whose skills are unrivaled, not to mention his nickname is Dungeon Prince, Bearer of three Mysticals. While that girl next to him is the shining crown jewel princess of Rigel, who is spoken highly of across the Starry Galaxy. Praised for not only her selfless character, sense of justice, and intelligence, but of how she was chosen by a St

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

“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

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

At this moment, the referee's voice rang out: SIMULATION SPACE WILL START STARTING IN 10 SECOND SECONDS, RECOMMENDED PLAYERS TO POSITION. Wait – Stopping a match, obviously, but the voice was so calm as if he knew for sure everything would follow his lead. Her long red hair fluttered in the wind, her distinctive red eyes filled with the pride of a perfect species. The red dress is gorgeous like a burning fire. Behind her is a mighty Thunder dragon. Irina Rigil Kai – Fire princess of the purebred lineage. What does the princess need? A judge politely stood up. Irina pushed her long hair back and replied:

After few minutes we reached my home and I got down. “Stella!” he called me. I bent forward and saw him through the car window. “You are royal. Classy.” Hearing him again my lips curved up with smile. Looking at me his lips curved up with a smirk. He continued telling “Oh Stella! I’m sorry I lied to you. I consider myself as a prince and you are going to be my girlfriend. So prince’s girlfriend is princess.” He laughed. My expression changed hearing him. I let out a sigh and shouted “You are not a prince. You are an idiot."