The Rebel Princess Episodes Novels & Stories

A shadow fell completely over the Princess’s face, a stark, immediate darkness that reflected the memory of unspeakable trauma. “You remember the rebel faction? The terrorist cell in the Kingdom that caused so much unrest twenty years ago? Their leader was a brute named Seb. He orchestrated my capture while I was traveling to visit a friend in a neighboring pack,” she whispered, her gaze distant, fixed on a nightmare only she could see. “No sooner had I crossed the gates of the Kingdom than Uri discovered the abduction and raced to rescue me and our pup. He reached us in time, but in the desperate, brutal battle that erupted, both he and Seb sustained fatal wounds.” She paused, swallowing ha

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

Getting my hand out was a hassle, when I finally brought it out, the ring had stopped and it was an unfamiliar phone. I attempted to put it back on and stubbornly, it didn’t come on, then it came back to life. I curiously swiped up and a message was left on it. —In less than few hours, the princess would be left fatherless— My breath hitched. I felt like I forgot how to breath, temporarily. It was me. I knew. But who? I wanted to know who owned the phone. I looked at the phone again, swiped through the message and the one that caught my eye was —too bad, she doesn’t know the First Lady is still alive.

George and Becky’s faces looked like emojis. “You are getting married, George, and you never told me.” Her hands trembled as her lips quivered. The betrayal stung her just like revenge felt good. This was my little gift to them. I haven't even begun yet. I was Princess Normani, a woman of royalty. We were taught how to sharpen and wield our swords. I haven't even started t o sharpen my sword yet, and tears were already flowing. Ha!

One of the princesses, a mixture of amusement and disdain tugging at her lips, retorted, "Ah, the rebel speaks again. But it is in our very nature to embrace the roles bestowed upon us, to fulfill our duties with honor and grace." Undeterred, Princess Omana's gaze held steady as she met her critic's gaze. "I refuse to be confined to a life of mere subservience," she proclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of her convictions. "I harbor dreams and aspirations that extend far beyond the gilded walls of this palace. I will carve my own path, even if it means defying the conventions that bind us." A palpable unease settled upon the gathering, as the princesses grappled with a mix of admiration

They were excited to see the incredible scenery above their Kingdom directly. The Princess they had always considered useless. The Princess was a troublemaker and often humiliated the Kingdom. Now, no one else said such a thing. After what they saw, the lousy image Queenie had built for twenty years was gone. Bright River’s people only glanced at the Princess with admired glances. They adored Princess Queenie as an excellent future ruler. She was brave, and she was a dragon controller. After several decades, the Bright River Kingdom finally returned the Dragons to their side.

Alba, was trying hard to fit herself in the window where she planning to escape to continue search her niece and daughter. She blows a loud breathe when she finally passed through the window and quickly run into the basement of the palace and drove the simple but old style car heading into the house of her friends first. She don`t even know how to find her daughter but, all she knew that she will find her especially her niece who are still missing because she didn`t even believe about the news she got, month ago after she was being imprisoned again by the hands of her ex-husband. She tightly closed her eyes when she remember how he finds her again.

“But I’ll face the whole world if I have to. And no matter what happens, I’ll protect her in front of the pack, the council, even the queen herself. They’ll have no choice but to accept Aliyah as the Luna of Howlers Pack.” Adrian and Pete didn’t speak for a moment. But the respect in his eyes said it all. “Then we’ve got your back, brother,” my beta said quietly. “But we need to be extra careful. If Stelle really is the princess, she won’t waste time using that power to try and win you over. And we both know how obsessed she is with you.” I nodded. “And when that moment comes… I won’t let her win.” “Good thing we’re still keeping your bond with Luna a secret,” Pete added, and both Adrian and

Thaddeus stroked his bearded chin as he spoke. I nodded my head, seeming to agree with his words. "The first option is likely the most possible," I said. "So now that we know who the head of the rebellion is, what are you waiting for?" Thaddeus asked. I frowned. It all boiled down to this point. War. The eldest human princess was rebelling, going against the treaty. The next option was to bring war onto them. But I couldn't do that yet. Not without knowing all the facts.

As I had done with William, I sent my message to Theodore: "I will take revenge and destroy this empire, stone by stone. No matter what. Shock took over his expression. I saw him whisper something to the emperor, who signaled with his hand to proceed with the execution. "People of the empire of Arventia! Today is a sad day. It has come to our attention that the first princess, Camellia Arventia, is a heretic! She claimed to be a faithful believer, but she was deceiving us. The goddess Eonora is happy to see the success of her people, but we need to do justice and punish the heretics. May Eonora bless you all!" The high priest pointed his finger at me and the executioner pulled my hair, forci