The Puppet Princess Novels & Stories

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

Laura tugs on my hand. "Come on... let's play!" I join her on the bed as she lines up her dolls and cuddly toys. They all look very peculiar. And this scruffy rabbit that she drags everywhere, what's more, these toys look as if they're straight out of a horror film. She goes to look for a huge doll house which she puts next to the end, then she hands me one of the prettiest. "You can have a Princess!" "Ok, what about you? Who've you got?”

“Father, you can’t do that? The king should not punish me on behalf of a lowly vampire, especially since I’m a princess.” Things became increasingly awkward, and I took several steps back, behind Sebastian. I wanted to disappear. “A princess should have good character and care for her kin, not treat them carelessly. This lowly vampire, as you put it, might very well be the missing princess, my daughter Sophia.” Laura’s jaw hung loose as mine did as well. “Please, take Laura to her room. I have more important matters to attend to than her outbursts.” Laura screamed, “She is no princess.”

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

"It is my honor to serve the Holy Maiden. I will go now. I have also found a new body for you. You can change your face when you are reborn." "My dear, I must admit I'm not very satisfied lately," said the puppet doll, opening its mouth and smiling like a human. "Maybe it's because of the mixed blood of the United States, becoming a strange mix, and not even a tenth as noble as before. But there's no need to look for someone else, I've seen the one from the Cromwell family who caused us trouble." "After Lucky Potent showed up, I found a way to get her body." The puppet doll seemed to be reminiscing when it said, "I really liked the other person's face."

No way" Natalie's mind echoed with questions, and she struggled to find answers that made sense. Unknown to Natalie, Luna's transformation was not arbitrary. Luna, armed with memories from the future, had seen through the manipulations and deceptions. The puppet had cut its strings, gaining a newfound strength that Natalie couldn't comprehend. In her frustration, Natalie directed her anger toward Susan. Blaming her for everything, Natalie failed to realize that the root of the issue lay in her own actions. She couldn't fathom that her carefully constructed puppet had developed a mind and will of its own. As Natalie brooded in her room, the dynamics of power within the household were shifting

His body froze and relaxed as he, like the others, was staring towards the thrones. "Ugh! Lost another one," the princess lamented. She tugged at the man, but he was too big for her to move. She ran her hands along her waist and remembered that the pixie had been trying to tell her something before Junayd had interrupted. The creature had pinched her hand, but maybe it was trying to move her hand instead. But where? The necklace had returned to its original form when Junayd had arrived and was now as still as stone.

Slowly, they came over and gathered around the sorceress. "I can't believe it. It is really her," one of them whispered. They took a moment to examine the princess in awe. Then they went back to the hole and pulled out something that looked like a litter. It was primitively made but sturdy. Its bedding was woven like a hammock from vines.

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn't it a doll puppet? Or do you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seem to have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, "A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intentions and requests. I'm not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.