The Snow White Princess Is Novels & Stories

What exactly is this, Princesa? She’s wearing a white dress with flowing sleeves and looks… almost radiant. She holds a lot of power too, that’s clear. The sun hits her golden curls. One wouldn’t think she spent the night in a cold dark cell. The goddess sure loves the Rossis… I look away from her, my demeanour darkening as I glare across at the men who all have their eyes on her, hostility clear in their eyes, but if they’re trying to intimidate her, they’re only digging their own graves deeper.

“Yes, Hera is my wolf.” “A fitting name, Hera.” The leprechaun says, looking at me more thoughtfully. “Named after the Queen of the Olympians. Perhaps you are the better choice to be our Prince’s mate. And to answer your question, we are all creatures of the forest. This is our forest, we can certainly keep up with a wolf.” “Very well, then. As soon as the sun rises, we’ll go?” I ask. “Yes. And we’ll help you cross the troll bridge.”

Her father must really trust us to take care of her. I reach for her hand and place my hand on hers reassuringly, “Of course a princess must be able to defend herself, but I would hope you would never need to, you wouldn’t with me.” I look into those fascinating eyes of hers. Dad told me the princess was coming today to see if she could find a suitor in our packs future alpha… me. Now she’s here, I hope she chooses me, but she could have anyone. And I mean anyone. Nonetheless, she said ‘mine’ to me. I still have to win her though, just because her wolf wants me, doesn’t mean she wants me, your wolf doesn’t dictate to you who you’re with, I’ve known plenty reject their mates for others.

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

Pathetic. A rustling sound drew her attention. Lifting her head, she blinked through the dark. A deer stood just beyond the trees, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy. Its coat was white as freshly fallen snow, and its antlers stretched high and twisting, larger than any deer she had ever seen. A shiver ran down her spine. Lyra swallowed, wiping at her eyes as she sat back on her heels. “Why is Veyron like this?” she asked the deer. “Why push me away like I’m nothing, when I know he feels it too?”

I answer, already on my way to meet him. He comes in quick, meeting me before I'm out the door. His eyes shift between us, careful and analysing. “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I hook my arm in his. “Just saying goodbye to Cinderella’s evil sisters.” “Does that make you Cinderella then sis?” I shrug, “I’m whoever got Prince Charming, sis.” I say, feeling too petty to just ignore the remark. Audrey smiles, “Cinderella.” “Snow white,” Kingston says. “She’s the fairest in all the lands.”

Steppenwolf continued. “Well, saving Her Highness, the Tresoria princess has its advantages. Now I have different assignments and more freedom than before.” I explained to Steppenwolf. “I figured you would,” Steppenwolf agreed with me. “So, tell me, what happened back on that day,” he demanded with no ceremony.

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

"Listen please, let us guide you away from the battle, you will be given sanctuary in the palace until this is all over. Please, let me help you. I'm Princess Aynyra and I'm part Fae, but I'm still here to help!" The people glanced at each other, waiting in hesitation. Some looked at her as if she was about to burst into flames and devour them all. The hesitation was costing them all precious time. She ground her teeth, trying to think of a way to get them to move. Then a blast nearby caused the house next to them to crumble, rubble tumbling into the street. Right as it was about to crush them, Aynyra sent her magic, turning the rubble into snow, that glittered as it softly fell onto the peo

I growled as I splashed cold water on my body. L’oana cocked her head and watched me bathe in silence. “No one’s going to kill you, princess,” she finally said in the same irritating condescending tone. “In fact, you’re soon to be the blushing bride.” “He’s going to marry me?” I gasped in disbelief. “He’s expecting a flat chested virgin. I’m not sure how he’s going to feel about Jack getting to you first,” she said smugly. “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”