The Psychic Princess Novels & Stories

‘The council will have a field day at this picnic,’ Prince Deacon thought to himself, smiling. “I want to introduce you to someone,” Prince Deacon held out his arm for her to take. “You actually know someone here?” Princess Freda asked, taking his arm. Prince Deacon lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered. “He is one of us.” “Really? But you said that,” Princess Freda started, but Prince Deacon silenced her by whispering in her ear again. “Not exactly like us, but supernatural.” “I see,” Princess Freda said, walking with Prince Deacon.

“Let’s go! I saw enough to write a report. At least there are octopuses here, whose ink doesn’t blur.” Chaos nodded, but as he swam away, he saw the princess standing motionless and looking in their direction. There was a mist in her eyes, wet ash-colored hair stuck to her back, the nipples of her high breasts were pointed, and long scars ran down from her flat stomach. Similar ones were visible on the inner side of her thighs. “Once this part of the body was a tail,” Chaos thought and dived after his brother.

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

“You werewolves ritualized the fun out of everything.” The door opened, and Messiah leaned in, covered in blood, and looking furious. He cracked his neck. Shiloh offered him the cigarette and he took it as he sat down just inside the van and took a drag. “They sliced the tires, and they’re closing in,” Messiah said. “Scouts. We need to move and send this useless princess back to her alpha.” “I’m not useless!” I yelled. “I—" “Beasts?” Shiloh asked. “Many, big small, and in between,” Messiah huffed and looked at me. “You just had to piss him off didn’t you, princess?”

I would have preferred to see a sky like this yesterday, when Lucas was leading me through the garden. I had been restless since that conversation. When he’d told me that Chelsea was Princess Calista, I felt a chill crawl down my spine. Not only did he know the princess personally, but her story was so convoluted and different from what I knew. Then there was the ridiculous prophecy he had mentioned. He’d said that the girl he and Xavier were looking for was a reincarnation of Calista; her reborn soul, used to summon a devilish power. Like most other things Lucas said, I thought this was also a ridiculous prospect. But I kept my mouth shut, as a proper slave would.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

"Stop! Quinn!" “Let me go,” she snarled. “No. Wake up!” I tried again. “It’s a nightmare?” Lucas asked. “I don’t think so,” Raf muttered. “Prince Sebastian said she had a premonition back at the human club…you know, before Xander blew the place up. The princess has the gift of prophecy.” “Shit,” Casper said. “It’s a premonition?” “Yes,” I answered. “I think so.” Quinn abruptly stopped fighting with me and slowly turned her head in my direction. Her eyes were vacant and her voice a monotone when she spoke. “He is gone.”

She rose and marched out of the room. I rubbed my shoes together and hugged myself, questioning my worth and ability to be the princess I knew my father would expect. Once the Queen was gone, Sebastian rose and sailed toward me. “Don’t be discouraged by the Queen. Embrace your dual nature—both beast and blood—it will help awaken your gift. It is never wise to suppress a part of yourself.” Leaning down, and whispered in my ear. “Everything is revealed eventually, and there is always a cost for things that are hidden in the dark.”

Finally, there was a girl that looked just like me, almost like a mirror. “You know me as Serenity,” she started to say, “I am your fairy and control your magic.” She then gestured to each figure in turn. “This is Arashi, she is your dragon soul, princess of dragons. This here is Lucinda, your wolf spirit and healer. Finally, this is Silk, your sprite. She controls your vampire magic and is the form you’ve been adopting since you were 8.”