The Princess Trials Novels & Stories

“Because your choices will shape what comes. You have three trials to pass before you may claim the full legacy of Inadu. Fail, and you will lose everything.” “And if I succeed?” “You will become what none before you have managed—Alpha and Witch Queen. Mother and Moonborn. Riya Wolfsong, the first of a new bloodline.” The words hit me like thunder. I stood straighter, though my body still ached. “What are the trials?” The witch of cold spoke: “Trial of Bone.” The witch of wrath added: “Trial of Flame.” And the one I feared most—the unreadable one—spoke last: “Trial of Love.”

Prince Kraven ended up winning the first round with Kohen finishing closely after him, followed by Toreen, Xyrus and Ofelia. The third round was impressive because the youngest princess beat her older siblings, achieving almost a perfect score even with her eyes covered. It's no surprise because I heard she trains herself everyday for it. I heard the princess wanted to be a national player, but the queen did not let her. I could see how proud Kohen was of his sister. He ruffled her hair and the princess just pouted adorably. The fourth one was challenging and we had to leave our post to follow our designated person. I followed Prince Kraven around as he tried to find the item he needed. Ther

Several of the girls standing at the top of the pillars shriek and scream as the steadying hands leave their shoulders. I gasp and cry out, reaching for them, but of course no sound comes from my mouth. Orion reaches for me, wrapping a hand around my arm. “Juniper, no,” he says, his voice grave. I turn to him, pulling at his arm, my impulse still to go forward, to stop this, to do something. The Prince shakes his head. “It’s – the Trial has begun. To interrupt it would be death.” He shakes his head, apologetic and devastated. I cry out again, silently, and turn to face the girls, terrified for them.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Getting the hold of her hair to the right side, she combed her hair with her splendid long beautiful fingers which once were decorated with couple of rings. Her eyes were blank as she stared at herself in the mirror quietly. Her silence was louder than thunders indeed. Daisy gulped in terror. The scene hinted that the Princess was getting ready for her trial. Was she really going to undergo this sick trial? Why? What really happened to her? Does she not know who embarrassing it is for a woman to be rejected by someone? That to this case is about a man practising strict celibacy, Princess has no chance of victory then why would she want to still show up?

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

The high priest pointed his finger at me and the executioner pulled my hair, forcing me to raise my head. People shouted insults and cursed me, among other terrible things. The cold rain soaked my face and mixed with my tears and blood. My whole body ached and exhaustion was quickly taking hold of me. I could barely keep my eyes open due to the lack of food and water. All I wanted was for it to be over soon so that I could rest. "After days of trial, it has been proven that Princess Camellia's actions involved witchcraft and treason against our benevolent Emperor." I started laughing uncontrollably at those words, and everything fell silent.

we were all in. “She was born a Priestess. A unique being that comes only every millennium. A woman who will have direct contact with our Goddess: intelligent, kind, alluring, and powerful. She will be given three missions. Missions that will change her life...” I paused, “The Princess suffered an accident, and in her dreams, she contacted our Goddess for the first time. She had revelations that would take her away from her family and into her first mission. Failure was not an option; thus, alongside the Prince, they will embark on a journey to find a special medallion to restore the Prince´s nature.” I read and looked at her. I mumbled that word again, “Prince,” and she nodded. Failure was

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

He raised both hands in surrender, “I’m not that bad a guy Aria, you have to believe me when i say I can make you happy.” I scoffed, “sure…” His lips tightened before he spoke, “you’ll be my queen, you’ll see.” His words contradicted his whole nice guy routine, and I was so over it. “When you two are done flirting, we are here,” Kent interrupted us. I cracked my neck in preparation and strode out of the elevator. The first thing I noticed was that the room was pitch black and a chill ran down my spine. Something was different about this trial. Edward’s voice suddenly boomed through the room, “the fourth trial is about to begin! This one tests the contestant's dedication to winning the crown.