The Queen's Heir Princess Bride Novels & Stories

His father was the Greet Seer, whose father and Great grandfather had talked about the calamity that would befall all races, if the cursed son of the first Royal vampire gets together with the daughter of the fake royal family, a hybrid, who was cursed as a result of the circumstances surrounding her birth. Although, no one has any ideas about where she is, who she is or whether she’s still alive. Assumptions about her have been on the lips of everyone for ages, that he himself, who inherited his gift from his father, decided to look for her on his own, to stop her from meeting the cursed prince. He came back for a while to his pack, as a result of an important issue his father had to talk t

“But she very much regrets missing the festivities and the opportunity to meet you and your people.” He had known from Lord Jermyne that he had not been offered the heir to Griebron. Officially, the Princess-Royal Erithyne was already promised – a childhood romance. Truthfully, Lord Greibron had confided after a few drinks, that Erithyne, like Mariphine before her, was marrying a man of a good family, but one without political power, in order to ensure that the power behind the crown stayed in the royal family. “I was under the impression that the heir was the first-born male child normally?” He observed. “And yet your son does not hold a title?”

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

It had signaled to the rest of the world that the True Bride was finally, fully awake. ​And in the world of Alphas, a True Bride isn't just a Queen. ​She's a prize. ​

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

When she finished I heard a rustle go through the room as all the fairies of the court bowed to the new crown princess. “You can’t be the next fairy queen because I, Ellenora Sprite, am the only heir to this throne.” Said the princess with a dash of disbelief in her tone. “Ellenora, enough,” said the prince, “the only reason you were heir and your father king was because I refused to bring my human wife and halfling child into this kingdom. Now that Raven Hunter is here, she is now the crown princess and rightful heir to this kingdom.” Raven just looked on with amusement. I could see an argument was about to ensue so I hurried back to my friends then spoke before anyone else could

The little butterfly perched on her shoulder saw Queenie’s anxiety. “Princess, when a woman has married, doesn’t that mean she belongs to her husband?” asked the little butterfly. “That’s right.” “If so, then it’s the same Prince Fabian will have you. You are the heir to the Kingdom of Bright River. Then, it means that the Bright River will belong to Prince Fabian. So all your efforts to become Queen will be for nothing. Because Fabian will rule the Kingdom of Bright River with your hand.” A small butterfly flew and perched on the box and stared at Queenie with her big, round eyes. Queenie saw the little butterfly.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

Gathering herself, Amy dropped into a belated curtsy. "Welcome to Valendria, Your Majesty," she managed politely. "To what do we owe this honor?" Queen Anastasia waved one elegant hand languidly. "I have come to formally introduce myself to dear Viktor's new little royal bride." Her smile turned frosty. "We are practically family now...in a sense." Dread knotted Amy's stomach at the cunning amusement in the other queen's expression. Just what did she mean by that cryptic statement? Uneasy, Amy glanced anxiously up at Viktor's taut profile, praying his next words would not confirm her worst fears...

Diana turned to Lillian to say. “You know my name?” Lillian asked, her eyes widened a little in disbelief. “Of course. You're Don's little bride, so it's only normal for you to be known around.” Diana shrugged like it was no big deal, leaving Lillian dumbstruck. “Diana.........” Bella tried to say, but she was interrupted by Diana. “Why aren't you with your husband, though?” “Yeah, you're here while your husband's girlfriend rocks him on a seat.” Another lady chipped in.