The Princess Knight Book Novels & Stories

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

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.

Prince Arthur opened his mouth to continue, but I stopped him, "If you would excuse me, I was on my way somewhere when you met me." I tilted my head to signal Adrian, turned back to look at Prince Arthur, gave a small smile and then brushed past him. I walked to the garden with Adrian following closely. "My Princess...if I'm allowed to speak freely....", he looked to me for approval. "Continue." I confirmed "Its just an instinct, but I'd like my princess to be careful with the Prince. I feel like there's more to him". He continued

Killing the princess means wiping out the whole clan. Now the princess who has stayed hidden for years has finally been awakened tonight. All of the witches came out to observe the book that is in the middle of the old library. It shone so bright that the light almost blinded some of their eyes, but never once did it open. They all gathered around the book. Morgana stretched her hand forward and tried to get hold of the book, but it flung her to the other side of the library, making her hit the shelf and the books scattered all over her face.

As she walks towards the royal table, the handkerchief on Knight's pocket flies out and heads toward the girl approaching them. Knight stood up because of what just happened and was left speechless. He quickly understood that the girl in front of him was Franziene. He knows that it's her. Peter noticed Knight's reaction on the Princess's entrance and his hostility towards Knight became heavier. The Princess's beauty is bewitching and anyone would want to be her husband. But she already has someone in mind. Her ears turned red, it's a good thing that her white hair is covering her ears. 'He's staring at me.'

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” Lyra squared her shoulders, lifting her chin despite the way her heart hammered against her ribs. “It’s not a crime to read a book.” The Mistress let out a soft chuckle. “Not at all. But it does make me wonder... why that book?” She tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the fallen tome on healing, then back to Lyra. “You had your pick of poisons, curses, and delightful little hexes… but you chose healing. Sentimental. Predictable.”

I glanced at Conrad and examined his expression. "Let's find somewhere else to stay," I instructed them. I don't want to smell the blood spreading around and I don't like to sleep with dead men around. Just when we are starting to mount into our horses, the princess appeared. "Where are you heading?" She asked while roaming her eyes around. She looked surprised upon seeing dead men. "It looks like I've missed the show," she grinned devilishly. "Princess Melissa," the three knights bowed at her. "Let's go," I commanded and climbed into my horse not minding the princess.

Her hand was soft as feathers in mine, the contact sending a rush of electricity through my body. "Let's just say I'm into the princesses and damsels in distress." "You sleazeball." But she was smiling, pouty pink lips tugging up at the corners, and I was enchanted. She was, still is, the most stunning woman I've ever met. "Protecting them is part of what soldiers do." "Whoa." A manicured hand shot up to cover the 'o' of her mouth. "You've got really cool stuff going on, G I Joe. By the way thank you so much for my wallet…"

"Tristan, the one who guards the princess is a knight, but the princess often chooses to be with the prince in the end. If you want to be a knight for the rest of your life, you should continue to protect her. You should not do anything else." Prince, Princess, and knight, that metaphor... The knight much be referring to him. Tristan felt that her sister's analogy was very appropriate. He was indeed a knight for Stella.