Tales From A Not-so-graceful Ice Princess Novels & Stories

he asked, carefully framing the question to avoid any suggestion of impropriety. The princess considered her response with characteristic precision. "Nikolai Frost embodies his pack's values, disciplined, tradition-bound, and unflinchingly loyal to the crown,” she closed her eyes as if trying to find the right words, “however, watch him, he is not the same Alpha Heir from school as you know him.” The twins exchanged glances at Elizabeth's cryptic warning. There was clearly history between the princess and the Frostmoon heir that went beyond formal court interactions.

And her tiny lips were pale pink as well. She looked like she had been frozen for a long time. But then again, that was how most ice wolves looked. And she looked like an absolutely spoiled pretty princess. Even with the flimsy white cloth draped around her delicate, slender body. Unlike Rhea, this princess could not even fight. The temperatures down here were actually uncomfortably cold, and Layla spotted some large ice chunks on some large metal tray in the corner, slowly melting. She let out a flat comment. “Is Megan supposed to be a guest or prisoner or what? Because the bunker looks more luxurious than even Xavier’s room.”

The Prince asked again, without removing his eyes on me. "I..." I couldn't speak. I was overcome by fear. The prince was still waiting for my answer. "You are mean!" Grace suddenly shouted, making the prince look to where she is. "What did you say?" "I said, you are mean! Unlike my mommy and daddy!" "What? Mommy and daddy? What in the world are you talking about, you lowly tiny human?" The Prince glared at her. "S-stop it, Grace." I told Grace and looked at Prince again. "I brought her here because she wanted me to take care of her. And she also said that she has met Aries. So she can also-"

Niklaus said looking at the king, I looked at Grace and her eyes were as hard as her brothers, her canines exposed as if she was ready to attack the king. “Princess Grace, you’ve grown more beautiful since the last time I saw you, though I do remember that you were more frightened when I last saw you” King Verone said to Grace who growled, I frowned in confusion seeing that Niklaus was now more furious than he was a minute ago, Ian’s eyes remained on the king and something about the king’s change of expression told me that he was seeing something that we weren’t, especially since Niklaus and Ian had their backs to us.

enough to change the Princess. The moment Princess Ilvira stepped into the throne room, a series of gasps could be heard. The sight of the princess rendered me speechless. Trust me, her attitude might not change over the night but her appearance had a lot of changes.....the kind of change that could be called "from grace to grass" but I would describe it as "from grace to gutter". "That can't be my princess...." Alpha Jarvold bellowed at the sight of his beloved daughter. "Daddy! Mom! I knew you would come for me. I knew y-" Princess Ilvira cried out to her parents, running into Aloha Jarvold's arms immediately after she was released from the guards' stronghold and shackles. Princess Ilvira

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

He was a King without a country, and I was the unexpected Queen holding the keys to his prison. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Elena," Count Cavalli said. His voice was a low, melodic taunt that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. He stepped closer, the smell of expensive tobacco and ancient stone following him like a shroud. He didn't need the mask anymore; his face was etched with a triumph that was far more terrifying. "Or perhaps you've just realized that the 'Ice King' is actually a commoner in a $5,000 suit."

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

But as she looked at herself, her dazened state intensified. What!! She was dressed in a princess attire. She had a golden necklace and bracelet on. Kayden looked at her and was pleased with her beauty. She really deserved to be a lordess. Her features remained the same with her pink lips. Her hair had fallen on her shoulder and that added to her beauty.