The Moonlit Princess Novels & Stories

Within the MoonBlood Palace, the Shadow Guard knelt before the throne, presenting Gretonia's latest report. Alpha Lucian unfolded the parchment. His eyes stopped on a single sentence. ‘She felt the Alpha's wound.’ He rose from his throne immediately. The sudden movement echoed through the silent hall. From the shadows, an elderly woman stepped forward. The Moon Seer. Lady Seraphina. She looked at Lucian with a sorrowful smile. "The Moon Princess..." "has finally found her destined mate." Lucian's expression darkened. His hand slowly tightened around the report until the parchment crumpled.

For twenty years, the crystal had remained dark—a cold, hollow reminder of the night the Princess had been snatched from her cradle. Suddenly, the air in the room began to hum. A tiny, flickering spark of violet light appeared deep within the heart of the crystal. It grew, swirling and dancing, until the entire room was bathed in a brilliant, royal purple glow. Prince Caspian gasped, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword. "Father... the Moonstone. It’s... it’s lit." King Alaric’s breath hitched, a single tear tracking down his weathered cheek. He reached out a trembling hand, hovering it over the glowing orb. The crystal pulsed with a rhythmic, steady beat—the heartbeat of a royal wolf th

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

my mom said, leaving her position and sitting close to me. "Listen to me. Don't you, because of being Serbian, lose the feelings you have for Kent. For all I know, the young man honestly loves you, and I believe you love him too." "I do, Mom."an ambiguous look on my face. "…but I don't want to bring trouble to Dad or to you either." "You won't, my love. "You won't," Mom patted my long red hair. She held me close to her shoulders. "Just be who you are…THE LUNA OF THE FULL MOON. You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this."

“Drink, and let this be your release.” The mistress watched, lifting a hand to her lips, Lyra’s taste tingling on her tongue. The mistress vowed to herself to mold the little mouse. In the darkest hours, when the moon’s light was at its most beguiling, this girl would be hers. Yes. Lyra would make such a fine instrument.

"No wonder you needed me here, you're such a big girl. I was hoping you would scream like a big pretty girl you are." I laughed hard grabbing him by the shoulders then changed into a devilishly smile. "Thanks for the help but I had it under my control and no, I called you so I could sacrifice to the moon goddess. She sure needs some fresh tasty blood. Don't worry, you can scream all you want when she comes out."

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

What exactly is this, Princesa? She’s wearing a white dress with flowing sleeves and looks… almost radiant. She holds a lot of power too, that’s clear. The sun hits her golden curls. One wouldn’t think she spent the night in a cold dark cell. The goddess sure loves the Rossis… I look away from her, my demeanour darkening as I glare across at the men who all have their eyes on her, hostility clear in their eyes, but if they’re trying to intimidate her, they’re only digging their own graves deeper.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

She answered and I spilled the coffee I drank. LUAN'S POV "For you, life is just a joke?!" The king asked angrily as Nicolas and I could no longer paint our faces due to the expulsion from somewhere. ‘How the king is here?’ “I'm not sending you here to waste time, Luan. And you Nicolas? I'm sending you here to help him with what he MUST do here but what are you doing?! What are you doing?!" He asked loudly. "R-Right now, Luan already knows the woman who will be the next queen of the Moon but—"