Steel Princess Novels & Stories

“You’re doing so much for me. Thank you. “At the face of death, you’ve become softer. “I’m not soft! “There’s the Lexa I know. Lexa shook her head. “You always annoy me. You’re still as jerky as before. You won’t change, will you… Lexa continued to state all his bad characters as Elliot grinned and steered them to Seareign Rica’s P No magical creature is ever a friend to another. It was the same here. The mermaid princess gave me a look-to-kill face. She was not happy about this Royalty can always make pearls whenever they liked, unlike normal mermaids that only get a once in a lifetime opportunity “Let me out of here! “If you break the glass, princess, you die. You understand that? She was

"There are no words good enough to express my anger." The trembling maids quickly gets on their knees as she strides forward, finally entering into my limited view. Her right hand holds a silver sword, which all the eyes of the rueful maids are glued at. How is she able to hold silver? The strange stories cannot be surely true, can they? "Your majesty please . . . have a little mercy on us! You can make us slaves. Just spare our -" Beth desperately pleads, but she is cut short as the unforgiving Princess swings her sword.

I wanted everything to be perfect for her return. Tonight, I opened her jewelry box, and with a delicate cloth, I began to wipe the treasures that had been stored away for so long. The garnet ring, the golden topaz pendant, the emerald bracelet, deep green like a forest lake, and countless other dazzling diamonds, pearls, and agates. Each one was a work of art, and I loved how they adorned the Princess, making her beauty even more radiant, enhancing her regal aura.

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 Bunny lost his eyebrows again, we are not calling that an emergency.” “Not Bunny.” Sebastian looked at the tablet in her hand. “What?” Poppy immediately turned on the screen and nearly pressed the thing into her father’s face. “This.” Sebastian pulled the tablet back a few inches to preserve his retinas. I looked at the screen from where I was standing. Princess castle. And not just any princess castle either. The thing was dusty pink, white, and gold, with four floors, tiny towers, a plastic elevator, a ballroom, a stable, lights that actually worked, and enough accessories to make one adult lose faith in capitalism.

The others followed suit. The Queen turned to the side, and the young woman in blue dress stepped forward. “This my daughter, the princess.” Hearing that in front of them was the princess, some of the guys felt their breaths hitched in their throat. The girl curtsied. “Pleasure to meet you. My name is Shirlyn Arland Rootwind, Princess of the Aeronvein Kingdom.” “T-The pleasure is ours,” Bara hesitated, blush could be seen covering his cheeks along with some of the guys. It was hard to not blush when a cute girl is right in front of you.

"What do you need, then? Your incompetence is no longer enough." "Two princesses of the witch race are here, genuine." "This will be the first time I will kill a princess." Kratos smiles and starts walking to the reception room being followed by Lacios. Princess Angèle Benoit is the eldest daughter and heir to the sovereignty of witches. She is eighteen years old, her hair is red and her eyes amber. A thin, upturned nose, round face. Her essence is the magic of nature, but thanks to the Blue Belle jewel, passed down from generation to generation, it also has powers of illusion and speed. The witches' race has five princesses, and each one has a jewel, namely:

She heard some maidens whispering and sniggering among the people crowding both sides of the path to welcome the Queen and she had no doubt that they were talking about her – the bastard princess reduced to a serving wench. "Isn't that the scandalous seed of the late King Adolf?" An unmated girl called Stella was whispering to the other, the Alpha's daughter known as Claire and who was probably the most beautiful unmated maiden in the Pragoth but infamous to be rather haughty and overbearing. "The half-nymph princess subjected to the life of a low life because her mother committed suicide?" Stella asked in curiosity. "Unfortunately, she is," Claire said. "I've heard of her so-called beauty,

I whispered, sliding the straps of my dress down and turning the camera towards my face, still carefully avoiding showing too much of the backdrop. Jack squinted, confusion evident. “Why the makeup? And your eyes... they look different.” Suppressing a sigh, I tried to sound casual. “Fiona and I were just playing dress up. I’m about to get in the shower and wash it all off.” “Dress up?” Jack snarled. “What are you, Celeste? Five years old?” My face turned a deeper shade of red than it already was, but I managed to keep my cool. “It’s a girl thing,” I said. “We were just having harmless fun. See, we were watching this one chick flick, The Princess Diaries, and the lead character—”

His face was hard, his strikes merciless — but beneath every swing, there was a flicker of something more personal, a fury that these creatures dared threaten innocent lives. Above, darting gracefully through the smoke, Sophie, the third princess of Azurelia, her pale hair shining silver under the moonlight, spread her arms wide. “Wind’s Blessing!” she cried, summoning a cyclone that crashed into the enemy ranks, scattering their formations and sending debris flying. She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating.