The Princess Imprints The Traitor Novels & Stories

With a sharp thrill of excitement, Ilyria saw that the Princess’s hand had closed in a fist around the object. Then the ascetic had wrangled her back into their unflinching grip and Ilyria found herself first on one side of the door through which she had entered, and then in one seamless movement, on the other. The Princess had the token though! She told herself that was good. She slumped down on the small stool in the waiting chamber, rubbing her arms against the drafts. Is it good that she has the token though? She had failed to deliver the message that went with it though so perhaps it was of no use. And the Princess was under an enchantment and had not been able to speak to her. Only sho

The fifth traitor turned to flee into the crypt’s open mouth — but a thick curtain of scalding steam, raised by our little princess, blocked his retreat, blinding and searing his eyes as he stumbled into darkness. I walked toward him slow, heavy, and lethal. My velvet tunic was torn at the side and splattered with thick, alien blood. My lower belly throbbed fiercely, reminding me I had given birth only hours before — yet the mark on my throat blazed with such blinding golden radiance it lit the ceiling beams like high noon at war. I caught him before he crossed the stone threshold. Claws dug into his nape, I slammed him face‑first into the wall, grinding his mouth against crypt dust until he

"There is a dark, eternal fire at the bottom of the chasm, in the heart of the castle. It can destroy everything, so be careful and be brave. I am here for you." I look at him, unable to stop the cascade, then turn to the crown. I touch it in my hands, amazed at its beauty. The same designs from before are engraved on the sides, and the jewel shines with a beauty beyond measure. And I have to destroy it? Destroy a world that has existed for years and years before I existed and before the werewolf clan existed and maybe even before time really began? But how long then did the Shifters have to suffer? I think back to the first Shifter I saw, lying at the base of a tree. It looked so peaceful,

I just really like the princess, and I want to get a close view of her beauty. He doubled his tip, and the man finally accepted it but said, "I have my eyes on you. If you try to do anything harmful to the princess, I will raise an alarm." Damian nodded and took the tray from the man. He kept walking until he arrived where the princess was sitting and placed the drinks in front of her. The moment she saw him, she recognized him and said, "You!" He nodded. "Yes... me. Hi, beauty." The princess rolled her eyes, "Didn't you get the memo, or were my words not clear enough? What do you want from me?"

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

"That's the prophecy, Prisca! Enough already, your desperation will destroy you! You finally brought out the King's rejected son from the prison and ended up killing him instead. Tahira's now ten times powerful and there's nothing you will do about it. Don't let me do worse things for you than I've already done. No matter how much you want to fulfill your thirst, you will still die." She told her calmly. "I will not!!" The Queen yelled at the goddess. "I will fulfill the rites, just give me time. I promise. Beatrice will come back and Aiden will make her his Luna, I need to live." She trembled and I frowned. What does she mean by that? "Too late Prisca, Once Tahira regains her memory …it's t

, I shouted at him, then kneeled down to the girl and placed my hand on her shoulder, she jumped back and moved away, I raised my hand in surrender style, "Its ok, I mean you no harm, I need you to get up and run, run as fast as you can ok, can you do that for me?" She looked between Damien and me and hung her head shaking her head NO, now I'm confused, I looked over to Damien to see him with a smirk on his face, in a split second he was next me, all I saw was black smoke, he trailed the back of his fingers on my cheek and then pulled back walking towards her, "She cant leave princess, if she doesn't do what I tell her to do, I will kill her family", "You asshole, only you will pick a fight

The general chaos made it easy to slip down the hallway and then into the stairwell that lead down to the dungeons. The guards at the dungeon doors were slightly harder to sneak by, but I was the princess. Attempting to carry the same confidence as my mother, I demanded passage, and was surprised when it was granted. Inside the dungeons, I stopped one of the guards. “I need to speak to the traitor Prime Beta, on my mother’s behest,” I lied. The guard directed me without question, and following that direction, I was soon standing in front of Prime Beta’s cell. He had been sitting on his cot, but he stood when he saw me and came to the bars of the cell.

Headmistress assigned the partners. “Sierra and Loki, Reise and Kiero. Next, royalties. These are your partners: Princess Venus and Prince Kreo. Princess Celestina and Prince Trevor. Princess Yvy, Princess Angel, and Prince Klev.” Ms. Salvaria hadn’t even finished speaking when a hand went up. “Yes?” Ms. Salvaria asked a student. “Why are Princess Yvy and Prince Klev with Princess Angel? Shouldn’t Princess Angel be with Prince Haze?”

Blood had dried on my collar, my head spun but inside me something wild sparked to life. Seeing that fire in my eyes, the spy tensed. "What are you doing?" he hissed. "Don't be stupid. If I'm exposed, you'll go down with me." I laughed a low, broken sound and stepped toward him, slowly, deliberately like an actress crossing a stage. Bruises bloomed under my skin but I ignored them. When I was close enough to feel his breath, I leaned forward. "On Brian's behalf," I whispered, voice thin but sharp, "I've got a gift for you. If I told you Brian wanted you dead, would you believe me? He's a wolf with black blood deceptive to the bone."