The Stolen Princess Novels & Stories

“You seduce the prince. Check. He makes you see stars. Check. Then you toss in the ol’ L-word and expect him to…what? Ask you to elope with him?” She stood and paced her chamber, still barefoot. “Oh gods,” she whispered, clutching her temples. “The man just lost his fiancée. As in: not-yet-cold-dead fiancée. You don’t follow that up with ‘I love you.” She fell face-first onto her couch. There was a soft knock at her door. She froze. If that’s Elias, I swear I will throw myself off the balcony. Beth stepped in gently. “My lady. The prince awaits by the carriage.”

I had felt so much pity for her, sharing all my favorite things. But her return gift? She shattered my father's most cherished possession, his horse racing trophy, the symbol of his pride, and pinned the blame on me. She smashed my mother's beloved jewels and hid the fragments under my pillow, ensuring I would be the one to pay. She even threw herself down the stairs, not once, and whispering that I was the one who pushed her. Time and again, I tried to defend myself. But my parents refused to listen. In their eyes, I was the jealous, spoiled child. Only Karen was their pure, innocent daughter.

The implications are staggering. Rhea is not just a runaway Luna. If this is true, she is a hidden princess, the last of a legendary bloodline, with a generations-old vendetta hunting her. A sharp knock on the study door makes all of us jump. “Enter,” I call out, my voice rough. A junior gamma, a young wolf named Peter, enters the room. He holds a cell phone in his hand, its screen shattered in one corner. “Alpha, we recovered this from your wrecked car at the scene of the attack when you were returning from Blue Moon Pack,” he explains, holding out what I recognize as Roxy’s phone. “It was under the seat.”

I still didn’t say a damn word. "Okay. Well, I can tell you a few things I’ve learned since you arrived here. First of all, from what I heard from my fellow soldiers, you're a big wolf. Secondly, you bear the mark of the Winter Bone pack. I did some research, and it’s the mark of the Snowden family. So tell me, why did a princess like you run all the way across the border into our territory?" I couldn’t feel Delta, so I had been drugged. Fuck. Should I tell her the truth? That could fucking kill me.

Witchcraft, they assumed… And their ideas are absolute trash she almost wanted to grieve over her people’s general lack of intellect because the Princess practiced neither; she had no such interest in the supernatural since she practically lived her life as a living, walking ‘bringer of death’ so to speak. But yes, she did notice–the Princess is anything but daft–that her flowers never stopped blooming be it in summer, spring, autumn and even winter until she would cut them down herself or they would automatically wither in another’s hands... once removed from the stem and left unattended, far away from her presence. This, the Princess found out when some moronic thief dared and actually tri

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.

Lady Hazel, then, took her seat just across from the queen. “Yes, what the princess said is true. I was indeed a slave who killed those good-for-nothings and the abusive couple before leaving the kingdom. If only they did not abuse me, I could not have killed them. But they accused me of stealing their money and expensive pieces of jewelry when I never even touched them! They knew that if they sold me in the auction, they would earn hundreds of gold coins so they accused me of things I did not do to keep me in chains. Even before the day of the auction, I already paid my debts but they were so selfish and heartless.”

"That's what you deserve, thief.“ “I heard she’s a princess, though.” I heard someone whisper. “Ha! She’s nothing but a dirty thief.” “Nah, it’s true. She’s a princess, but got sold by her own parents. And now she’s a slave, who apparently is also a thief.” “I guess she’s cursed.” “Yeah, no one should be associated with someone like her.” “Did you know she was also mated to the four princes?” “What, that dirty thief?” “I’m sure the princes were disgusted.”

Still, I did a good enough job to earn a single word of praise from my superior. I gathered my supplies and stood up to return to my room. Before I reached the entry to the main palace, a senior maid stopped me. “Thief!” she shrieked, pointing to me. I turned, baffled by the accusation. I hadn’t stolen anything! Several higher ranked maids and my supervisor approached. The maid insisted that I had stolen several of the Second Prince’s possessions. I tried to protest my innocence, but no one paid any attention to my signs. The guards believed the other maid’s claims. They dragged me in front of the Second Lycan Prince. They threw me at his feet.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.