The Princess Trials Novels & Stories

Then suddenly, the princess woke up. " Alexia!! You're awake! " They said. " What happened? " The Princess asked them. " You fainted. " Arice explained. " It is because of the power you exerts, that's why you fainted. " They looked at me as I said that. All of what happened flashbacks in the princess's head. She looked at me, her face asking me how. I don't want to explain it to her but... I think It will be better for her if I'll gonna tell her.

"Not the Princess everyone expects you to be. The obedient daughter, the forgiving fiancée and the woman who smiles even when her heart is bleeding." Her crimson eyes glistened. "I want you to become the Princess I was never brave enough to become." Elly couldn't speak. "A Princess who fights for herself." Levara's voice cracked as she swallowed painfully. "A Princess who doesn't forgive people simply because she loves them, a Princess who doesn't sacrifice herself just to keep everyone else happy." Elly stared at her in disbelief as her voice trembled. "So that means...I wasn't dreaming?" Levara said nothing. Elly's breathing became uneven as she looked around the darkness.

"She cannot fight." "Then she can wait until she heals," Fenris said. "The challenge will happen in one week." "This is irregular," one chief muttered. "Trial by challenge is for disputes between equals. The princess is an outsider." "The princess is my mate," Fenris said, his voice rising slightly. "That makes her Ironmaw. If the council doesn't accept that, they can challenge me directly." Silence. No one spoke. Kael’s jaw was tight. "Fine. My daughter will be ready." He looked at me, his eyes full of malice. "I hope the princess knows what she’s agreed to. Taya won't hold back this time."

I could see an argument was about to ensue so I hurried back to my friends then spoke before anyone else could “If the issue here is only to find out who is the rightful heir to the throne, then may I suggest the crown princess trial??” “That is actually not a very bad idea” replied the king, “mother palace tree!! Let the Crown Princess Trial begin!!”

“You’re not here to charm her. Or scare her. You’re here because the moon chose her. And the Trials start now.” Later that night, Ava found herself alone in the Trial chamber. The room shimmered with enchantment—floor to ceiling mirrors, ancient weapons sealed behind glass, and runes pulsing along the walls. The five heirs stood in a half-circle, each given a sealed envelope. Xander held up a silver dagger. “Trial One: The Hunt.” He tossed the dagger into the air—then drove it down into the map of the surrounding forest. “You have until sunrise. You hunt her. She survives, she passes. But if anyone draws blood…” His eyes scanned each alpha. “You’re disqualified. Or dead.”

Rose spat. Another figure stepped beside her. The crowd murmured louder. Princess Athena. Daughter of a royal house. Sebastian’s childhood sweetheart. Once considered the strongest contender in the Luna Trials. Her eyes were icy. Almost bursting with controlled rage. She hadn’t uttered a single word throughout the drama until now. But now, she stepped forward with purpose. “This entire trial has been manipulated,” Athena said. “By sentiment. By magic. Not merit.” “Do you question the Crystal of Truth?” Sebastian asked coolly, rising to his full height once more.

But, he didn’t say anything and just continued to listen to Yris speaking. “The princess grew beautifully, and she is expected to be the heir to the throne.” Yris continued. “But, when she came of age, she was given a trial just like the previous kings and queens. Her father, the king, doesn’t want her to undergo the trial and just directly appoint her as his heir. But, she herself insisted.” He said. Raine’s brows raised in surprise. He thought that the princess would be a squeamish one being raised pampered in a castle. It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched.

“It’s better to be dead than to live as a Forgotten concubine.” Then I’d really be done, wouldn’t I? Living every day in this haunting castle without the king’s favor. Without food or dignity. I’d be finished. “Do you… do you know what the trials actually are?” I asked. Poppy shook her head quickly. “They change every time a new concubine comes. Nobody can ever predict them. But they always fall under the same titles.” She started listing them out. “The Trial of Restraint. The Trial of Temptation. And the Trial of Submission.”

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”