The Long Lost Powerful Princess Novels & Stories

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

Their dedication to this fantasy is admirable, even if it is built on false hope and has the potential to anger Segundus, their soon-to-be new king. Because the reality is that it has been two days since Primus disappeared, taking his sister with him, and diving into the depths of the ground beneath our feet. Even the most talented, powerful earth dragon to walk the 9 kingdoms could not survive between the layers of the earth for that long. He still needs air, food, and water. And so, as the one destined to be his, I have been awarded the same honors I would have been awarded had he placed the crown on my head himself. And so, I am now officially a princess. A princess without a prince.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

The brutal attack, a whirlwind of fire and death, had ripped her from everything she knew, leaving her an orphan and a fugitive in the blink of an eye. Now, in her early twenties, Elara existed in the liminal spaces, the forgotten corners of the world. She was a shadow flitting through moonlit forests, a whisper on the wind, a ghost of the princess she was meant to be. Her name, once spoken with reverence, was now a hushed secret, a dangerous whisper that could bring death. The hunters, a faceless, relentless force, were always on her heels, their desire for her unique, potent power a gnawing hunger. Her power, a legacy of her royal bloodline, was both her curse and her only true hope, a bea

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

As the princess, she'd fall between them and the king which meant she could order him and his members around. "I might not be the Luna yet but have you forgotten who I am?" She could also pull rank when she wanted. Not that the idea of being a princess was that exciting but the title came in handy in such times. She'd never let him or anyone bully her "What? Cat got your tongue?" He shook his head "You're too clever for your own good" "Earlier when you said I was beautiful and dignified, you forgot to mention intelligent. Now care to officially introduce me to this woman and explain who she is?"

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

Kingston ordered, and Brent obliged, tight-lipped and muttering as he dragged a still arguing Alba out the door. The princess didn’t move. It hardly registered when Kingston reached her side and guided her to the chaise longue. Why would the people not know about all her hard work? She sacrificed daily for them and fought for the Parliament to focus on the good of the kingdom, their military, and their future generations. Why would they not know? “Have a drink, Ma’am,” Kingston urged and pressed a filled wine glass into her hand. She sipped it quite automatically. After a second thought, she chugged the wine until the glass was empty and the disbelief wore off enough for her to speak.

The evil aura engulfed the whole sky and many of the warriors were torn to pieces before they even reached the King of the Dead. Their opponent was the most powerful person in the Ghost World. The difference in power was too huge and it was a one-sided murder spree! In the blink of an eye, the King of the Dead killed dozens of the hundreds of the sect warriors. The ground was covered in blood and the stench of it filled the air. It was like hell. The King of Death was arrogant as his eyes locked on Quincy. “You are Princess Long of South Cloud World and you are highly reputable. I’ll spare your lives if you are the first to surrender to me!”