The Betrayed Princess Rising Novels & Stories

“That Lady Seraphina is not who she pretends to be.” Seraphina’s expression paled. “What do you mean, Beta Declan?” the spokesperson that had been silent for a long time blurted out. “It means,” Elder Miriam’s eyes lit up. “She is not Seraphina at all.” “That– That’s a lie,” Seraphina raised her voice, clutching the chains she had wound around her wrists. Her eyes darted about. “She is Rosalie Blackwood,” Declan spoke with firmness. “And the former Luna of the Dark Moon Pack.”

Pricing. "We don't do cosmetic work," he said. "I'm not—" "You're Ava Hale." He tossed the bloody gauze in a bin. "Saw the video. Nice swing." A pause. "Stupid. But nice." He turned a tablet around. The video was already playing. A girl in black silk, screaming, rock coming down on glass. Again. Again. The headline: Hale Heiress Humiliated. Blackwood-Vale Merger Leaves 'Placeholder' in Rain.

News traveled fast. Not as fast as rumors, but close. By the time we marched the captives back toward the outpost, the story was already outrunning us: Bloodthorn’s hired blades are lured into a Mooncrest trap. The “cursed princess” standing in the center, not chained but armed. Some called it reckless. Some called it divine justice. Bloodthorn would call it something else. They’d send a response. I just didn’t expect the shape it took.

“Chris, I never expected you to be like this. You’re cruel, Chris! Just some time ago, we danced together. We promised to be faithful. On my birthday, you—” “Oh yes, just consider this your birthday present, Jasmine,” Valentina interrupted Jasmine’s words. Jasmine was stunned by the words of her stepsister. A present, she said? What kind of insane person would happily give a gift in the form of betrayal like this? Truly, Valentina’s words and behavior only made Jasmine more suspicious. There was not a shred of empathy from the twenty-two-year-old woman. “Shameless!” Jasmine cursed angrily. Her voice was like a knife cutting through the air. Her tears flowed heavily, crashing against her face

She leaned in close, her blindfolded face inches from mine. "If the child is born in peace, the Golden Age returns. But if the child is born in blood..." She paused, the silence stretching until it was unbearable. "...then the Sky Eater shall rise, and the Onyx Throne will crumble into dust." She released Ashren. She stepped back, the wind dying down, the candles flickering back to life. "Beware the ides of winter, Princess," she whispered. "The seeds of betrayal are already sown." With that, she turned and glided out of the room, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

The military had intentionally pulled the king’s guards away to let the slaughter happen. ​I stared at the black ink, tears of pure, blinding rage finally spilling over my lashes, cutting hot tracks through the ash on my cheeks. My entire life the poverty, the disgrace, the agonizing decision to bind my chest and steal my dead brother's identity just to reclaim a fraction of our stolen honor was built on a monumental, orchestrated lie. We weren't victims of the frontier. We were casualties of the state. ​I scrubbed the tears from my face with the back of my blackened hand, my vision sharpening with a dangerous, lethal clarity.

On the night of Lovers' Eve, war beacons blazed along the frontier. The enemy pressed toward the border, and Avington Pass hung on the brink of collapse. I, Russ Denton, wrote through the night, sending an urgent letter to the capital to beg my wife for reinforcements. She was Clarisse Kaylock, the Princess Royal, the only person in all of Millington who could lead the iron cavalry to break the siege. Her reply was frantic in every word. "Don't be afraid, Russ. I'm coming." Yet three days passed. Beacon smoke blotted out the sky beyond the pass, the city ran out of arrows and food, and still no reinforcements came. I knelt on the ground with a broken spear, drenched in blood, and sent pi

They pushed me to my death. This time, I'll make them kneel. “My own sister… you really killed me?” I still remember Camila's smile as she shoved me from a forty-story building into a swarm of monsters. My husband, Alejandro, watched without lifting a finger. But death wasn't the end. I woke up years before the apocalypse, back in the mansion where everyone treated me like garbage. This time, I wouldn't beg for love. I wouldn't sacrifice myself for family. And I certainly wouldn't die for a man who wanted me gone. Then my grandfather's mysterious pendant awakened a Soul Sync Farming System, binding me to Xiomara—a ruthless ancient warrior who could turn my body into a weapon. “Move asi

Stephanie lifted her chin. “Well, every princess deserves proper treatment.” Emma looked at Maya. “See what I have to live with?” Maya laughed. “Somebody has to keep the princess happy.” Stephanie gave her an approving nod. “Exactly. At least one person in this house understands her responsibilities.” Emma shook her head and placed the order. A little later, Maya glanced toward the staircase. “I’ll be right back. I’m going upstairs to wash my hands.” “Take your time,” Emma said.

Sue felt a little amazed but soon he realized drops of sweat on his forehead, he suddenly realized that nothing is working as per his plan. Firstly he thought that like other princesses, Liza will also act like a spoiled brat and she will create a big issue with the maid to spoil her dress and Sue will take maid's side that will hurt her ego but everything turns upside down as she was so polite and down to earth person. He didn't find any flaw in the date neither did he find anything against the princess. He was feeling sad with the thought that he betrayed such a kind hearted girl. ......... .........