The Black Haired Princess Novels & Stories

However, before she could Alana weaved her arm through Eva's and held her back. Eva's attention was once again on her best friend but she couldn't stop the smell from filling her senses. "Good Morning Prince Cole, this here is my Beta Antonio, My daughter Alana, and My Beta's daughter Eva," Alexandros spoke as he held out his hand to the prince. The prince looked at each person and gave a simple nod. That was until he looked at Eva. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She smelled so sweet. It was mesmerizing.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Zach and King fought against them, trying to keep them away, but the more they fought, the more creatures kept falling from the black clouds. “Can these things get any fewer?” I cursed, my hand slashing hard at the zombie in front of me. “Hahaha. The princess has gotten some skills.” A familiar laughter echoed through the darkness. My eyes glanced into the dark, and at the far end of the sky they settled on Morgana. She looked nothing like the Morgana I knew. She was now dressed in black, her hair shooting out like horns, her fingers long, and her eyes completely black. “The show is boring, Princess,” she said again. “Let’s make it more fun.”

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

Like lavender. Her hair was held up in a high bun and a sullen expression dominated her features. I was amazed at how fast she was able to get dressed and come out of the room. I remember how my dad always used to shout at my mum to hurry up when we were going out. We'd have to wait for minutes before my mum finally came out. When she eventually did, all the anger my dad felt would be buried and he'd just keep staring at her. Now I understood what he was staring at. The Princess' face was bare. I don't think I have ever seen her with any makeup before and she didn't need it.

One of the Black cloth men asks and tries to divert the attention of a girl who was floating above them. The girl in the black mourning dress with white-silver hair, her beautiful eyes glaring at them from behind the black veil that hidden her goddess-like face. "Yes I did, but I just came back from the front line to bring a gift to sacrifice at my husband's grave." When she said of her husband, she pats on the beautiful liquor wooden box in her bosom. The gorgeous smile appeared on the lower face of her that didn't cover in the veil captivated every black cloth man here. They gulped their saliva and tried to suppress the lust that was rising within them because they knew that this beauty is

And right now i was outside her house 4:55pm patiently waiting for her to come out As soon as it hit 5pm the front door opened and the most amazing girl, Princess and future queen of black phantom royal pack I got out of the car so i can view her clearly She was wearing simple purple high waist shorts with a pink crop top that had the word prettiest princess on it her blonde hair was on a perfect pony tail she wasn't wearing any make up like the other girls do which made her even more attractive i liked seen her natural beauty " That's my girl.." i said and she blushed " You look amazing.." i complimented and she blushed again "Thank you you too.." she said and i smiled "So shall we.." i sa

The Mistress of Shadows filled the doorway. Her black hair, sleek and straight, fell to her shoulders in a glossy wave. A long, delicate hand rested on the doorframe, slender fingers adorned with dark stones, glimmering with the life of subtle magic. Her skin was unnaturally pale as if she had not seen the sun in years. She cleared her throat. The girls scattered immediately, leaving Lyra alone in the woman’s shadow. Her dark cloak cascaded around her with an otherworldly fluidity. But it was her purple eyes so bright they glowed that chilled her spine. Lyra stood motionless, as the woman’s gaze raked over her with an unwelcoming scrutiny.

He waited for it to settle. “But tonight, there’s a new chapter,” Feliks said. “Would you like to hear it?” Vasiliya was instantly alert. “A new chapter?” “After many years, the Bay Prince—now grown—discovered something impossible.” He let it breathe. “Princess Braids-with-Ribbons was still alive.” “Still alive?!” “Still alive. But when the prince found her, she looked completely different. Her hair was no longer deep black—now it was auburn. Like October leaves. Wavy. And her eyes were no longer the warm brown he’d known.”