The Forgotten Princess Book Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t let it get over my head. I would never carve emotions on stones. I would bury them deep in the earth, long submerged beneath waterfalls until it fades away.” “There was a story I heard lately and I thought it might be of use to you. Do you know the lost Princess who was shamed by her family into nothingness? They don’t want her because when she was born, all the servants present died. They said the mother never wanted such a monster to be born. The tale might be a truth or a lie. Something that might help you decide or drown you in thoughts.”

The Forgotten join the kingdom. They are welcomed, embraced. They have been erased for centuries. Now they are remembered. Now they are home. But I know this is not the end. There is always something.

My soul shook violently. It was the moonstone pendant our mother left me. My moonstone. The silver chain glinted, the stone pulsing with a soft, protective glow. I never took it off. It was my most precious treasure. I would never, ever have abandoned it! "She threw this at me," Lilith's tears fell faster, "and said she was done. Done with you, done with this family, and done with everyone who hates her…" "Liar!" I raged, my voice a phantom wind. "I've been dead for seven days! I never saw you!"

He then headed to bed for the night hoping Iris will find something helpful. Several hours go by, Iris is still deciphering the books. She’s on the last one. They all had said the same thing. The same terrible price . The same danger it posed. “Please just let me find something else” she says as Quinn walks in. He grabs a glass of water out of the fridge. “Anything?” He asks, walking over to her, handing her the water. She shakes her head no. “I’m on the last few pages and they all say the same thing” she sighs, losing hope.

“You know I hate lateness. Or were you hoping to warn your houseguests I was coming?” “I doubt they frighten easily.” Vera turned back to Anya, smile poised but empty. “And this must be… the addition.” Anya extended a hand. “Anya Petrova.” Vera didn’t shake it. Instead, she looked down at Zoe. “And the heiress to the second complication, I presume.” Zoe blinked. “I don’t know what that means.” Vera crouched slightly, maintaining perfect posture even in motion. “It means you’re a very… surprising little girl.”

A way to understand the darkness within her. Her hand paused on a leather-bound volume, its cover cracked with age. She pulled it free, dust rising in the air. The title was faded, but the words inside made her blood run cold. The Bloodline of the Forgotten Throne. Pages turned beneath her trembling fingers. The text spoke of an ancient dynasty long erased from the kingdom’s histories. A family cursed, marked by shadows, feared and hunted until they vanished. She read the final lines again and again: One day, the blood of the forgotten shall awaken, and with it, the kingdom shall tremble.

An elderly minister whispered with trembling lips, "It... it cannot be..." Another noble shook his head. "Impossible..." "She died twenty years ago..." The emperor stared at Kyra as countless memories flooded his mind. Cherry blossoms drifting through the palace gardens. A promise that had never been fulfilled. He clenched his fists. "So history has chosen to repeat itself..." The words escaped his lips almost unconsciously. Only then did he whisper the name that haunted every member of the older generation. "...Princess Kiara Hyperion." The entire hall froze. The legendary princess whose death had forever changed the Empire.

Dillion nodded and bowed with a smile as Princess Sabrina walked out of his chamber. The princess smiled at him before she hurried back to her room, as she did not want her maids to run around the palace just to find her. But she came to a halt when she realised after a moment's thought, 'I forgot to ask his name.' She groaned loudly and walked back to her room, her face flushed with despair. After that, the princess returned to her chamber, where she found the vampire book that she had been assigned to read.

She shivered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with the cold draft in the room. "You smell good," I murmured, the wolf in me pushing against the surface, demanding a taste. "Better than an Alpha's daughter should. You smell like trouble." "Don't," she breathed. Her voice was weak, but she didn't lean away. "Don't what? Tell you the truth?" I straightened up, pulling my aura back just enough to let her breathe. "You’ve been lied to your whole life, Princess. Told that if you were good, and dutiful, and wore the right dress, you’d be happy. Look where that got you."

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.