The Forgotten Princess Book Novels & Stories

He must have instructed the warriors of Alvar to scatter around to aid the people who seek help. Brushing away the stray tear, she adjusted the lantern so that its glow directly falls on her lap. Her gaze landed on the shelf right in front of her chair and glazed through the numerous covers, stopping at one. A grin stretched over her lips as she recalled it as her mother’s. In the past, the princess had lost various opportunities to read it, but today, in the absence of her father, she might get a chance to go over it. Standing from the chair, she gracefully walked towards the row while her long hairs and gown trailed behind her. Pulling out a fat book with a thick brown cover, she blew over

Anastasia said while looking at Selena in confusion. It has happened before. Anastasia's brain works weirdly. It makes her forget the moments which she doesn't want to remember. Like if she is eating five fruits together and doesn't like one fruit, after one nap or something, she forgets eating that fruit but remembers about eating the other four. That's how it works for her. Her brain makes her remember the situation which she imagined.

They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will take on when it's at its peak. “Prince!” Shareef ran towards me, eyes wide in disbelief. I ignored him and waved Khorasa and Faruq over. “Prince,” he said again, now out of breath.

He asked the counsel of the eldest prince of what action they must do to the book. “I am certain that it was Jion’s handwritten. But, I do not know if the content was some sort of fiction for the events that were written gone contrary to what really happened the past months.” Woon said in silence. “What are we to do, son?” However, Woon’s mind fled to one moment he had this conversation with the princess. She said she was one curse princess for defying fate. She mentioned that no death wilt come upon the royal family as if one had died in the past and she tried to reverse it. As a result, she was the one being summoned in place on somebody who died in the past. He cannot believe for such t

Alta asked, she is not crying anymore. I went to her “Can I tell you something?” I said, she nodded. “I have done something wrong, I don't know if she can forgive me. I left my princess but I regret it, I miss her every day but because it hurts. I have no choice but to accept it. She is my life so it truly hurts me so much when I left her. Do you think she can forgive me?” “That is also what happened to me. My brother said I am his princess but he still leaves me. I hope my brother is also like you.” She said

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her. And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind? The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I pulled it out. “Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.” My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

He had nothing. I took a deep breath to compose myself. I needed to continue this though. My bid to help her remember. My bid to bring us closer. “Aww, you look so peaceful, Bella. I love your face first thing in a morning. So adorable and sleepy. Do you remember that first time we woke together? In your cabin in the forest? I had told you who I was… “ I began as I perched myself at the foot of her bed, and at my words her head spun to look at me, suddenly seeming interested. Had I triggered a memory? My heart raced at the possibility.