The Frog Princess Novels & Stories

My vision blurred, the familiar lines of my room warping and distorting as my skull seemed to shift. A scream tore from my throat, a raw, animalistic shriek of pure terror and unbearable pain. It was the sound of my humanity being ripped away, piece by agonizing piece. "Papa! Mama! Please!" But the heavy door remained a solid barrier, the silence beyond it amplifying my utter isolation. No one heard my desperate cries, no one came to witness the diabolical transformation consuming me. In the suffocating darkness, I became something else, something monstrous, the princess I once was dissolving into a creature of nightmare. The change wasn't just physical; it was a chilling descent into someth

She fluttered toward him like a white butterfly desperate to land. He stepped aside. Her arms closed on empty air. She faltered, then forced a sweet smile. “Adrian, forgive me. I only just discovered your true identity. I—” her voice softened, almost coy—“I’ve always cared for you. The things I said before, it was the family, the alliance… I was forced. But now… look at us. We’re meant to be. You and I, the perfect match.” Adrian’s laugh was sharp, cruel. “You? Perfect?” His eyes glittered like knives. “You’re a fraud. Every word from your mouth is filth.”

“Like you said, you’re the princess, and I’m just…nobody. Why does it matter to you what I do?” “It doesn’t,” Freda snarled, but there – just before she bared her fangs – I’d seen it, I was sure. The briefest of flinches. Like I’d somehow hit the mark. For some reason, the lost Lycan princess herself felt threatened by me. Nadia Nobody, wolfless reject. The realisation didn’t make me feel any better as Freda spun on her heels and stomped away into the woods.

Everyone at the Golden Crown Court knew I was the Dragon King's youngest, most beloved daughter. A childhood injury had left my dragon breath — the power inside me — unstable. Every seven days, I needed someone to help steady it. But my three childhood friends had stayed by my side for more than a decade: Lucas Ashford, commander of the dragon knights; Darian Stormwell, my father's personal guard; and Silas Wintermere, a dragon priest. They'd sworn before my father that they would always take care of me. Then everything changed. On her first day at court, Kassan Blackthorn, a black dragon, defeated three of our dragon knights. Lucas was impressed. He called her a true dragon warrior. He forg

the frog cried. Another ear-splitting bang, the hinges rattled and began to come loose. Cassandra lost her voice, but she still heard what was being said to her. The frog princess was asking her to kneel down and kneel she did. Besides she was too scared to stand and was ready to faint anyway. Once Cassandra got down to the floor, Vasilisa the frog, hopped closer towards her. "Now lower your face and place your lips on mine," said the frog princess. "What?" Cassandra squeaked.

"Lady Violet is everything alright?" "Just a little emotional right now, Chloe. Look at Amaya." "Amaya, my lady? Oh my goodness, Amaya!" "Does your smile mean what I think it does?" "It means, my lady that your daughter has agreed to be a princess. A queen one day. But most importantly, my wife."

Some of the guys who were around started to chuckle maliciously. Of course, I couldn’t bring the princess to this dirty place, so I told him: “I’m afraid that this is impossible. The princess never leaves the Lorechester Castle during summer.” Steppenwolf laughed outright about it. “I knew it. The funny thing is that the princess expects to rule over us, but she never saw or talked to one of us. And they still expect us to obey that unprepared girl. They're crazy if they think we're going to put our heads down so easily.”

But Nora didn’t want it to be cut and everyone in the house knew that our sanity depended on not upsetting her. Curious, I looked at the tree again, in search of what the frog was trying to get at. At the top of the tree was a visible wing. I’m horrible at description, so I couldn’t even begin to describe it, but it was the prettiest thing I ever saw. It was frail and curved and had so many bright colors that I was instantly enthralled. The frog flicked its tongue out again, reminding me of its presence. I had to save the butterfly.

Gregory shook his head, he left, and Grace and Whitney had to leave as well. "Come on." "Not here, in my room." Craig carried her, and Cathy just walked behind them, it felt like they were complete family, he opened the door and placed her on the bed, Cathy was in his right hand of Eve while he was in the left hand. "The princess and the frog," she read, "once upon a time there lived a princess who had a golden ball..." As she read, when it was the princess's time, she used a soft voice, when it was the prince she used a mastery voice, Eve was enjoying the story so do Craig, she closed the book when she noticed that Eve was sleeping

Sadie POV While werewolf society is composed of individual packs led by Alphas and Lunas, we do have patriarchy that rules over each of the packs. There is the King, Queen, and their children. The Prince and Princess are twins, Rosie and Rylen. Right now, they are in search of their mates because the King and Queen are ready to retire. Because there are two heirs to the throne, each twin is going to take half of the country to rule over to reduce the workload and so the King and Queen do not have to choose which child will rule while the other gets nothing. However, the mates of the Prince and Princess will need to first become a Prince/Princess and be trained in the royal ways before they c