The Puppet Princess Novels & Stories

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

“I am werewolf.” The former Queen takes a step back from me and drops her hand to her side. Opening one of my eyes I peek out to see what she is going to do to me next. “I am werewolf?” She laughs. “Are you so stupid that you cannot complete a sentence?” When I don’t answer her she slaps smearing the blood across my face. “Answer me when I talk to you,” she growls at me, “Pup.” At the word ‘pup’ I regain a little of my self-control. “Yes, my Queen,” I say and dipping into a low, sarcastic curtsy.

Queen Lydia Unwelcome and motive-driven, humans force their way into my kingdom and my home and capture my darling husband, King Pyrus. He is a hydrokinetic sprite, a creature among many, with the ability to manipulate water. Crouching down on an imperial rug on the ground, in a designated safe room behind a false wall, I quietly hide with our violet-eyed, eight-month-old-daughter, Princess Maia. This room is connected to an underground tunnel that leads me away from the castle.

It was the time Freya had plucked the pawpaw from the tree and smashed it against a stone. She was busy going at the pawpaw hungrily as they snuck up on her. Before she could realize what was going on, they had surrounded her and fear gripped her. She was scanning the environment, looking for the perfect place to escape when they all bowed in front of her. “My Princess” they saluted and the pawpaw dropped to the floor. What was this sudden homage? What are they talking about? She is a princess?. She blinked several times and slowly stood to her feet. “I think you have gotten the wrong person, I am not the princess, what are you talking about?” she remarked as she slowly moved back when she s

It is terrible! They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin. So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it. Now this is a true story. Book Reviews (1) Pal says: August 1, 2020 at 1:46 pm

“If Bunny lost his eyebrows again, we are not calling that an emergency.” “Not Bunny.” Sebastian looked at the tablet in her hand. “What?” Poppy immediately turned on the screen and nearly pressed the thing into her father’s face. “This.” Sebastian pulled the tablet back a few inches to preserve his retinas. I looked at the screen from where I was standing. Princess castle. And not just any princess castle either. The thing was dusty pink, white, and gold, with four floors, tiny towers, a plastic elevator, a ballroom, a stable, lights that actually worked, and enough accessories to make one adult lose faith in capitalism.

From time to time, the cocoon would emit rays of light. Through the light, one could see a curled-up figure inside. This human figure was a puppet refined by Caspian based on the body of Valdis Goth, with the addition of ghost road and puppet skills, and the most important source of power, the Devil's Prince. When the time came for it to break out of the cocoon, the puppet would neither appear as Valdis Goth nor as the Devil's Prince. Instead, it would appear in this world with a brand new identity.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

"Papa, she is growing so fast!" "Who?" "The monster." "Natel, her name is Princess." Sporge argued as he stood from a wooden stool at the edge of his broad parlor. The wall was filled with the heads of varied species of animals. He entered the room and stood behind Natel as he watched Princess laying on a wooden bed constructed by him. The court and the inner court of Nutusel refused Princess the bed of roses which was the honor of any newborn customary born in Nutusel.

Did the government house and political bodies finally approve a prank day where everyone goes around to prank others? "You heard me and I know you heard me loud and clear. The princess was found dead at noon time yesterday" Xisuthra said. It was impossible because Pishtu had run into the princess yesterday when she was going on her usual afternoon stroll. She had been kind as she always was. "But..." Pishtu began. "Now is no time for tales and stories," Xisuthra said cutting him off. "We have found someone who looks exactly like the princess. She is going to pose as the princess until the Emperor finds a solution to the problem at hand Xisuthra adds.