The Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

Such as the carrying on between the butler and the nubile young maid who tended the garden. It was not that often he used that weapon. it wasn't worth risking the welts and blows from the whip or, if behaviour continued, the threat of being dismissed. So long had the human been gone he would either crumble to dust back in the mortal world or be left in one where he was forgotten. The catacombs beneath the palace were long and dark. Winding like and eternal labyrinth where the only thing that seemed to be living was the dust that floated in cloudy curtains in the air.

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.

I stared at them leaving in disbelief, my face pale. Sure enough, it was not long before a hypnotist came to see me. Unfortunately for them, they underestimated how alert I was. The hypnosis failed. I only pretended to forget. For the next two years, I never brought it up again, and I never went looking for them either. Even after I was diagnosed with stomach cancer last year, I told no one. I kept it buried inside me. Only after my inheritance landed in my account did I make a post online to hire a family.

Alone and afraid, with a mind so confused, her blood kept being taken until the last drop was used. Her eyes had been closed for many a moon, and as she drew her final breath, her soul was free to leave the room. The king was informed of the princess’s passing, and he shouted, ‘Good riddance. The witch is finally dead.’ Dead but not forgotten, for you see, the princess was a child of the gods, and her soul was merely a seed for the gods to sow. This, dear reader, is the story of the world’s first, everlasting Doe.”

He took the cotton from my fingers and threw it in the dustbin. I held out the band aids. With one glance at them, he said, “No.” I frowned and still pushed them in his direction. “I don’t care how you blink those eyes at me, princess, I’m not going to put that butterfly shit on my fingers.” I rolled my lips in and looked down. “Princess...” There was a hint of warning in that single word, but I ignored it as I took that word and locked it inside my chest. To treasure it when I would need it the most. He had called me princess for only a handful of times and yet it felt like he had been calling me that since the world began, just like the pull I felt toward him since I laid my eyes on him.

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

(Agent Curufor) Everyone in the room were baffled as i said this, according to their logic there were supposed to be no body left alive that can contested the throne rights, other than that prince. And Unlike everyone Alfred were the first to seems to get my hint. “No!..there is one….the lost princess..Princess Helen Hallerusia, the 7th Princess that were abandoned by her father, family and her own country…Right Sire?”. (Alfred) Alfred shot a look at me, feeling proud that he might get this deductions correct. The other 2 also shot a sharp glance at me waiting for the answer from me and at the same time giving the look that says ‘ You are a genius for knowing this’ or ‘you are amazing’.

This was the best life, any girl in her position could ever have, but yet she wasn’t happy. Not at all. She wasn’t ungrateful, or anything, but she couldn’t stop, remembering her mistress, her princess. Her Princess, Eretria, of the Southern Isles. She could remember that fateful, month, that dreadful day, the prince marched into their kingdom, and took her princess, collared her, in front of everybody as she was pulled across the streets, like a commoner. She screamed and reached out for her princess, but she was held back, by the officers, who kept her still and subtle, until the prince waltzed in front of her, staring down at her.

Miles joined his fingers together looking at her closely. “What exactly do you want to tell us?” Angela closed her eyes breathing in softly. “You know Prestoria right?” “You mean the kingdom that got wiped out and vanished fifteen years ago. The one about the…” Justin pondered on it for a while before getting his answer. “…princess that was the lone survivor but never was found.” “Yes, that princess is not lost. She is right here.” Kale rubbed her eyes trying to figure out what she was trying to say. “I do not get it.” Justin stroked his chin. “Where is the princess?”

“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.”