The Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

BLADE RAGE INTRODUCTORY ARC 17. The Prince & The Elites III: Red & Blue She had wild hair with a crimson reaching all the way down to her waist, bright face, red lips white shirt and black trousers, and on her face a no - nonsense - look. "Bullshit!" She rolled her eyes, "If this mutton ass doesn't stop looking at me now I swear I'll kill him." Sebastian stood there in utter silence as if in a trance, even all the princesses he had met could not compare to her beauty. He wasn't even listening to what she had to say.

The air was just fresh and populated with so much oxygen. I was about to ask one of the men where the nearest town was when my name came loud from behind me. My body stopped, turning around to see the queen literally running towards me. She looked stunning to say the least. Her hair was pure black, as if the black was bleeding from it. Her eyes were just as black, her skin pale white with her fingers black. She was a beauty. I did not know if to bow and I was not comfortable with it but I did it anyway.

Raymond stood rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he forgot why he had come. Princess Kiara stood before him dressed entirely in black training attire. Her raven hair was tied into a high ponytail, allowing the afternoon breeze to sway the loose strands framing her face. The fitted black top revealed a physique sculpted through countless years of relentless training rather than vanity. Well-defined abs, lean muscles tracing her arms, and powerful shoulders contrasted beautifully with her delicate, angelic features.

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

She paused when she came face to face with a familiar young woman. The young woman had a hair as black as the night with skin as pale as the snow. Her hair cascaded from her back to her waist with braids that circled around the top of her head. Chloe shifted from crouching to bending her one knee on the ground. Painful as it was, she curled her wounded hand in a fist and put it against her hand. She then dropped her head low. "Princess," she greeted in reverance to the Princess of Demetrius.

It was news to her, she knew that black hair and eyes are rare and a possibility that a foreigner has it is near to none. “Yes, you know when I saw your black hair, it reminded me of that person, that is why I made that whim to have you as my attendant.” Whim she says? What if the person is not Denzell and an ordinary servant? That person must have died from the knight’s sword, the Princess really is evil at that fact. “So the Soka Kingdom has the same features as mine?” “...” She paused and thought deeply before answering Barrett, there seems to be another reason behind it.

And now, there was another news that could either bring glory or tragedy to the city. I glanced at Miss Morelli… or should I begin calling her princess Alena now? Or maybe the ex-Hunter Queen? Damn it. I’m not sure how to address her anymore. No one could guess that she was princess Alena because of the color of her hair. Prince Alexis inherited his black hair from his mother while princess Alena’s hair was silver just like her father. Miss Morelli, on the other hand, had black hair at the moment. When they were babies, their blood scent screamed their royal status. They had the most fragrant blood scent out of all Vampires, especially the princess who was born stronger and more powerful tha

It was not like the blue iris and the blonde locks of the crown prince who inherited the traits from the reigning queen. The second prince had a hair as black as the starless night and eyes that were colored after the black obsidian. He also had a fair complexion which created a big contrast with the color of his assets. It was no wonder that he was a top notch when it comes to ladies, and clearly, Catarina was one of them. Just as she turned around to leave, the second prince raised his head and called after her. "Young Miss Sydnee."

I felt it was all my fault. “Aphrodite will pay,” I vowed, wiping my tears away. “I’ll hold you to that.” King Tirisil now matched his wife’s murderous glare, but at least I wasn’t the target any longer. Suddenly, the doors flew open and a woman with stark white, knee-length long hair, pale skin, and eyes like the moon hurried forward. She had a crown of the triple moon. The king handed her a letter.

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.