The Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

he called and looked at Jun. Jun sighed as Sylv looked at Blue. "You wouldn't know this, since this happened way before you all met Hail." Sylv started. "His Highness… Prince Hail was born with black hair. His hair turned white because – " he said and took a deep breath as he told them how Hail died, and how he was reborn – through the moon goddess. "The moon goddess..." they muttered in a daze. "But, Hail’s hair is now black." Iero said as he looked at Hail who continued talking to Hierro when they didn't answer him earlier.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." "About what?" The first time I met Ally Rose, the last thing I wanted to do with her was talk. She had raven black waist length curls then, a couple of strands dyed a deep pink, and wore a black, skintight leather dress with sky-high heels that elongated legs she crossed carefully and strategically while batting her false lashes at me. She was seductive and carefree. She was perfect for a one night stand.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

The ancient decree dictated that the cursed princess must be handed over to the Magical Beasts. However, upon meeting Mia, the reality diverged from the tale. Contrary to the story's portrayal of her great beauty with black hair reminiscent of the Black Rose and eyes as brown as the muddy land where the Rose grew, Mia's hair was a golden hue, and her eyes shone blue. Puzzled, they considered the possibility of other surviving Chi family members and chose to release the little girl. Determined to unravel the mystery, they embarked on a quest to find the true heir of the Chi lineage.

He just pretended she didn't exist, until she got up and left. The next one came later, but she wasn't a princess, but the daughter of a very rich duke. She was tall and she had black hair that had been tied into a bun, and adorned with golden pins. She wore a long purple dress that took her curves perfectly, while the gown flowed freely down from the knee. The up of the gown was open to reveal a slender neck and her boobs peeked out a little. The girl walked to the seat and made herself comfortable. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the infamous prince Raziel." She said without the usual smile the others had. Raziel noticed how she spoke with confidence. Even though the other princesses carr

I loosely hold her hand before her, expecting her to pull away but she doesn’t. “Alpha Blackwood, I’m Princess Adelaide, but please, call me Adelaide,” her voice clipped but I can see the small amusement burning in her eyes. “Please call me Wade,” Right, we’re getting somewhere. I move back to my sofa. I don’t want to let go of her hand, it sends tingles down my arm. But I don’t want to scare her, she needs to be in control of this.

She can still somehow end up sounding fucking cute even when she’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt that stretches over her large breasts. “So, do you have a preference, Princesa? Blond hair, black hair? Blue eyes?” She blinks as she looks up at me, her cheeks tinting a pretty pink hue. “I do… Chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips… angled jaw…” She raises her hand tenderly, swallowing as she brushes her hand over my jaw. She’s describing me. “A few scars…” I grip her wrist, stopping her hand from travelling down my jaw. “Don’t…” I say quietly, swallowing hard.