The Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

"My King, when will we have a piece of her? I'm aching all over to personally whip her till she has no more blood to give out. The rest of the royal council are also requesting a date for her special torment." There was an underlying meaning in his words. It wasn’t just about the pain they would cause her. It was about the pleasure they could wring dry from her after all, she was said to be the most beautiful princess with black hair that shamed even the darkest raven and skin that brightly contrasted her hair so much. Of course, everyone wanted a piece of her. Only, it was never going to happen. No one knew the real reason why she was the price for the sins of her people and no one needed t

But the most notable of them all was the twin princesses, who inherited the queen's silver hair, and the little prince Edgard, who inherited a golden-silver hairdo. Among the other princes and princesses, Luca, Felicia, Aurora and Emil had a variety of golden hairdos. Prince Enric and princess Camelia had a black hairdo while princess Anastasia owned a beautiful brown hair. But they all had eyes of almost the same color, ranging in color from yellow to red, with the only exception of queen's silver ones. "Dad, where is Alex?" After they had all made themselves comfortable on the seats across the living room, Adrion asked in a worried tone wondering where his youngest brother had escaped from

It was soft and innocent. "Are you okay, princess?" The man questioned with worry laced in his expression. 'Princess?' Kira thought in wonder and looked around, beginning to get uncomfortable. They were all giving her worried look. Isn't she supposed to be dead? Where the hell is she? She looked at herself, at the fine silky smooth, long gown she was wearing, her eyes meeting her hair that was no longer auburn but black, it gave her a shock knowing she permanently dyed her hair.

Likely a high-ranking official. “Her Highness will see you now,” he said. Princess Estelle of the imperial line, renowned for her grace, strength, and beauty, was just as striking in person as the whispers in the capital had claimed. “Your Highness, this is Doctor Blackthorn,” the werewolf introduced. The princess extended her hand, and I took it with a polite nod. “Dr. Blackthorn, I believe you have reviewed Aria’s medical reports?” “I have,” I replied. “Would it be alright if I take her pulse myself?”

My body changed rapidly into something I myself can't control, My eyes dazzled in the wolf costume, that's what I can classify it as to make me comfortable and not sad, howling continuously only a word echoes in my head faintly, it is My mom. 'Ella!!!' The full moon...full moon light, no Lord, I whispered, but it was too late to lament, I screamed as my body changes into a beautiful dangerous white wolf, now I'm possessed, I bumped out of the window into the woods, you could guess what my game is, it's hunting, hunting for the dark shadow I don't know of, taking a race after a prey I can't even get in touch with, this is what happens every year, This is the calamity I faced, No my parents fa

Rota passed the Microphone back to the Elite and turned to face Mia “Today Ziion, we are gathered to witness the crowing of Princess Mia and Princess Rota. They shall become your Queens and will rule together over Ziion’s People. “Princess Mia, will you satisfy the Blood Oath” “Yes” Mia replied Princess Rota, will you satisfy the Blood Oath” “Yes” Rota replied The girls then held out their left arms and clasped each other at their elbows, so their birthmarks lined up. The Elite smiled when we noticed that together it resembled a crown. They leant their heads together so their foreheads were touching. The Crown was place on both their heads. And together they made the Oath.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

His hair is yellow. “Please just hurry because we still have a lot to take care of.” I answer them. I looked at the clock again and it was 8:55 in the evening already. Shoot! Night of Bloods is coming soon! “Oh, why are you such in a hurry? Is it that important?” The one they called princess told us firmly. Her hair is scarlet that matched her white skin. “Just tell us your purpose.” Cassie says as she’s also running out of patience.

There wasn’t a single exchange of words, there was not a change in expression of either of the duo and only the soft whisper of Isdis could be heard as she commanded. “Downwards” And without a single hesitation, Khary let go of the princess. From the height they were in, any fragile mortal could break a few bones when landed but Khary was everything but worried about the princess for he knew her strength. Gonnord looked upwards at the falling figure of the princess whose eyes was closed as her milky long lashes fell over them, her hair beautiful platinum hair with strips of black which was tied in two ponytails on both sides fluttered fiercely as the wind bated it around.

And then, after a while lazily changing the crotch, she induced herself to get up. As soon as she sat up, those long black tresses straightened on her back and some hair falling from the shoulders became a halo around her face. Along with the natural beauty in Renam Empire, there was also immense beauty in habitants. But at that time, that teenage girl sitting absent-mindedly on that bed was the youngest and most beautiful princess of this kingdom. Her complexion was like shining white milk, skin so transparent that it shone like silver in the light, existence like delicate and soft silk. Inky red big eyes and lips as red as dripping blood.