The Princess Trials Novels & Stories

She never needs to because she is constantly aware of what is best. After what seems like a lifetime, she finally says something. "Naomi... what do you know about the Queenstrials?" I flinch. What sort of inquiry is that? "What do you mean, Mother?" Her brows furrow. "Please explain it to me, kid. The Queenstrials: Who Are They?" Though I'm not sure why, I'm not going to defy my mother."The crown prince competes in it once he reaches legal age. Each of the five daughters who qualify in the Noble bloodlines will face off for his affection in a predetermined set of challenges intended to whittle the field down to the most formidable competitors."

She never listened. The kings sat on their thrones. Their faces showed nothing. Like they were made of stone. Blake stepped forward. "Welcome to the Royal Competition. For three months, these fifty women will compete for the highest honor in our kingdom. The winner will become Luna. She will rule beside our kings." Rule beside them. Both of them. Did these women know what that really meant? Did they understand that the kings were a package deal? "The competition will have five trials," Blake continued. "The Trial of Strength. The Trial of Wisdom. The Trial of Heart. The Trial of Spirit. And the Final Trial, which will only be revealed to those who make it that far."

His triplet sisters, however, remained in the Kingdom, much to their displeasure. The eldest, Princess Ciciane Taylor Mariam, had made such a fuss that Clyde had no choice but to allow her to take martial arts training under Chief Warrior Rubio. This girl was a true rebel, known in many packs as the "warrior Princess of trouble." However, she was a brilliant field analyst, with many packs utilizing her expertise in combating rogues and thwarting human attacks. The Second Princess, Drina Becca Rain, was the more reserved type, always in the shadow of her older sister.

, 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

It turns out that Randell witnessed when the two right-hand men, Cronan and Cooper got out to the room of the princess. The next day, the princess went to the lake. Her first job will now be fetching water. She is not good at this but he will work hard to learn. She was about to enter into the woods when she knew something that she had never experienced in their palace. If she ever made it back to their palace, she would be proud that she had some knowledge. But that was just her whole idea. It turns out that it is really very difficult to fetch water and its location is very far away. What is her strength? Her strength is just a strong woman so it won't be noticeable if she improves her act

The shadow in my chest pulsed—not painfully, but thoughtfully. The royal trials. I pressed my hand against my chest. "What are they?" The trials that will test your worth. The trials that will test your power. The trials that will test your heart. The trials that will determine if you are truly the Moon Queen. I closed my eyes. "Then I will pass them." Elara joined me on the balcony. "Seraphina." "Elara." "The council is gathering." "Elara—" "They want to discuss the trials." "Elara—"

“She’s from a noble house. Royal-adjacent. Powerful bloodline. The kind Lycans keep close when it comes to matters of succession.” Lydia sat up straighter. “Succession?” “Yeah. That’s actually why I called you earlier,” Blake said. “The Lycan Trials are happening soon. The three princes—including your Alpha—are required to return to the palace in a few months. They’ll compete in three trials to decide who becomes the next king.” Lydia’s heart skipped a beat. “What?” “You didn’t know?” “No.” Lydia stood abruptly, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. “Knox never mentioned it.”

NASH’S P.O.V. I don’t know whether to be offended or feel proud when they said princess would definitely beat me… but considering they are talking about my mate, I should be proud, right! ‘Of course,’ Zues growled in my head. ‘Let’s go and see how well our mate fights…’ and without my own volition, Zues pushed me forward and literally dragged my feet towards the place that her scent was leading us to. Loud fighting noises were issuing from a field nearby and I saw princess fighting there. She had two large sticks in her hands and was fighting four girls at a time.

I got my act together and walked to the center of the hall. "Good day, Princesses and...Lady. "I said and threw a glance over to where the wench stood, head bowed like I expected it to be. Nuisance. "It is no secret that we will be conducting our first test on who is fit to bear the King a heir. In a few seconds, the court ladies shall provide each of you with the things you might need to complete each test. In total, there will be four tests in which your poise, intellect and reflexes will be tested. The final test will not be revealed until the three have been completed. If you fail two tests in a row, you will be sent back home..."i said and glanced at Evanara once more before adding, ".

I stared at her, the weight of her words settling heavily on me. She turned her gaze towards me. “Until now.” I swallowed hard. “And the trials, What are they about?” The priestess gave a small nod. “The trials are not about strength, Aria. They are designed to break you open—strip you to your barest self, where no lie can hide and no fear can be tucked away.” She tilted her head, dark eyes gleaming. “You will not survive because you are special, child. You will survive because you will bleed, crawl, and rise, over and over, until you become what the world needs.”