The Sacrificial Princess Novels & Stories

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!

I shot her a glance from the corner of my eye. "Only trash like you would think that pathetic dump is worth anything." Karen's face twisted in rage. She grabbed my arm. "Say that again!" "I'll say it a million times. You're trash! Now let go!" As we struggled, there was a loud crash from above. A giant chandelier detached from the ceiling and came crashing down on us. Karen's scream pierced my ears. In that instant, Macro dashed under the falling light and yanked Karen into his arms. I saw the pure panic and desperation in his eyes, right before a blinding pain consumed me.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

He pulls me closer and kisses the back of my hand. “This is Princess Lyra Sokolova and yes she is a vampire. Lyra has actually been fighting for this pack even before being formally introduced and I would appreciate it if you all have respect for her and her people. You will all have time for meeting each and everyone of them later but for now I’ll to the more pressing matters”

“Zephaniah’s the princess of the Forbidden City.” “Where is she now?” “Well, she died long before him.” With a gasp, she blinked at her, finding words to express what she felt, but Ms. Halcht beat her to it. “Yup, sad, isn’t it? Everyone’s proud to have her as a princess, though. You see, to save the world she fought her father and abandoned her life to chase his plans away from Pasithea.” An unknown shiver ran down her spine. “And what happened to the father?”

Her encounters with Alcides, the mysterious figure lingering in the shadows, awakened a sense of curiosity and yearning that transcended the boundaries of social hierarchy. In the grand tapestry of Athenian history, Princess Callista was a pivotal thread—a woman who dared to dream beyond the constraints of her station, and whose path intersected with a Thracian gladiator seeking freedom amidst the echoes of conquest. The story of Callista unfolded not merely as a royal tale but as a journey of self-discovery, love, and the pursuit of a destiny uniquely her own.

She just let them kill her so that they can still be a family even if they are in the afterlife. A few minutes after she closed her eyes she still could not feel the sharpness of the sword on her skin. She suddenly opened her eyes to see of what happened. She was shocked to see that the two men were already lying on the grass, both lifeless and with an arrow hit in their neck. Who? Who is the person that helped me? Is it my father? Is he still alive? "Princess Amayah. Thank you and you are still alive," the leader of the eunuchs, Eli, quickly hugged her, saying that it was he who saved her and not her father the king.

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

Even so, Aiden's lips curved into a smile. "I would have assassinated you if I had known about your sins earlier, even before you could sit here. I am Princess Seraphina, heir of Auhesraivia, and your treachery has stained the Kingdom. Your disaggregation will not be tolerated any longer, and I will cleanse the filth that your existence has spread." Freeing the sword from its mold from her nearest soldier, she leaped into the air and slashed the traitors' throats.

Any that may impose would not live to see another day. “All hail her majesty the Queen.” A voice, none other than Drakko’s shot through. He lowered to one knee. He was wrapped in a white cloth with drawings all over his skin. He had been about to get sacrificed. On his side was his mate and children all seeming to have gone through the worst. “All hail her majesty the Queen!” All my people roared up, knees hitting the ground, them bending their heads. I stared at them all, my people. I turned my head, watching each of them as they called my name in praise, accepting me as their queen.