The Forgotten Princess Book Novels & Stories

“We found this buried beneath the Circle.” Aria unfolded it carefully. On it, a single rune burned in fading ink: **Vorrukai** the ancient tongue for *The Forgotten Queen.* Kael froze. “That’s… that can’t be real. The Forgotten Queen is a myth.” Lyra stepped forward. “My clan remembers stories older than your kingdom, Kael. Vorrukai was real. She was the first to defy the Moon Goddess. She wanted not balance, but dominion. Her power was sealed beneath the Wraith Lands in a prison of living stone.”

“So, when the princess goes to meet the prince, she finds out that the prince has lost his memory. He doesn’t even recognize her.” Hearing this, Annika was shocked. “What? He forgets the princess? What about the princess’s baby? Does he not recognize her either?” Annika asked with pure innocence. At this question, Aria burst into laughter. “No… He doesn’t even know he has a baby princess. A super cute one, just like you.” Annika beamed with joy at this. “Then what happens?” “Then…” Aria gently pulled Annika into her lap. “The princess goes to bring the prince back for her baby princess. She goes right to his palace…”

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

He watched as her brow farrowed as she tried to remember and after some minute, her panic increased before she whispered the words. "I can not remember, I do not know who I am." The end... Coming soon, last book of the Fated Trilogy: The prince Merchant Bride.

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

I remembered the book I read in the secret passage of our palace. In ancient times, the stars didn’t fade when morning came. Because the light they brought had no brilliance. There was a princess who was brought into the world, and like a shining star, everyone looked up to her. She was the princess in the prophecy. But in an unexpected turn of events, everything changed. Fate became reckless with her. I didn’t finish reading that book because Mother forbade it. I want to know what happened to the princess, because since the tragedy happened, the stars have lost their sparkle and light. They only appear at night to remind everyone of the princess’ presence, but many have forgotten her.

It has to be here… maybe it fell, maybe the book is waiting for me. Her fingers dug into the torn strap of her bag, but deep inside she knew the truth, if the black book had left her hands once, it had done so by its own will. The great black book was not a trinket to be misplaced. It chose, it abandoned, it devoured. But Still, denial was a sweeter poison than admitting defeat. The more she walked, the heavier her thoughts grew. Princess Elowen's voice echoed in her memory, soft yet edged with forewarning.. Làpatasodará Valkà… the witch who walks between the living and the forgotten.

But I understood nothing honestly, but before I could ask, she kept going on… “I see blood that remembers crowns it never wore. A princess stripped of worth, hidden by time, unnamed by history…” “Only her blood can unmake what your ancestors stole,” Valhalla paused, and then suddenly smiled. “Only her return can close what was not supposed to open…” “Who?” I stepped forward, because I had now seen some lights. “Who is she?” “A princess who is not named.” She repeated her words. “And what if she is not found,” I demanded, my fists clenching by my sides.

Every Pack-member has heard about their story, but no one has ever seen Princess Dezra because she wants to keep her family out of the public eye. Walker listens as the Elder tells them about the Princess drugging her Protector to get away from the Palace in secret and about her return after several years. They discover that Princess Dezra had lied about the bond between her and Prince Darron and that she had, in fact, rejected her true Mate-bond after their child was born. “Princess Dezra lied to King Vaughn about miscarrying her first pregnancy and she stole the necklace from the family vault to make sure her Daughter would never shift into a Lycan if that were her fate.” The Elder conclud

We entered the grand court, taking our seats in the front and center of the room, our children to our sides. "Now enters Lady Lyssandra MaComb, witch of Faerl, whose charges are as follows: Charge 1: kidnapping the Prince Aranelda Tirisil, concealing his identity, and lying to Their Highnesses causing them to believe he was dead at birth. Charge 2: inappropriate use of concealment magic, impersonating Her Royal Highness, endangering Princess Elentari Tirisil and Duke Scott MaComb, the royal protector of the princess until the date of her 18th birthday. Furthermore, Lady Lyssandra MaComb is charged with knowingly conspiring to kill both the Prince and Princess of Faerl. Lady Lyssandra MaComb,