The Vampire Princess Novels & Stories

She didn't look anything like him or his luna. “What!” shouted the Alpha. “This thing killed my luna. My Luna is dead!” He toss her on the bed next to his dead mate's body. "Waaaah," cried the little princess. "Please, your highness, she's barely a few hours old," cried Nana. She is the young princess's nanny. King Leonardo felt that the princess was a curse as she killed his mate. Anger and upset he locked her from society. For many years she seemed to have been forgotten until one day an alpha of the Black Wolves came to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

On our wedding night, Enzo refused to seal a blood bond with me. He looked at me, his voice cold and emotionless. “Vanessa will always stand by my side. You can become Lady Vane only because our two families needed this marriage. So don’t expect my blood, my heart, or a real place in this family.” I was human, while Vanessa was a pureblood vampire. So everyone believed that his choice was only natural. For the next three years, Enzo gave her everything that should have belonged to his wife. At family councils, Vanessa sat beside him. At the Blood Moon Banquet, she wore the Vane family crest. Even the servants in the manor gradually became accustomed to asking her first. Some people even call

And as he spoke, he would break down in tears. "Elizabeth… I know I was wrong. Will you wake up and look at me one more time? Or… should I come find you instead?" He drank the concoction of eclipse herb from the glass. Kael had once told me that vampires were nearly immortal—almost impossible to kill. And the eclipse herb was one of the few things that could end them. It would turn him human for three days… before burning him to nothing. Pressing his face against mine, tears streaming down, he whispered, "Elizabeth… can you wait for me?"

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

I won’t allow it… never. I’m Amilia Vlad, and I’m a Pureblood Vampire; I’m twenty-eight years old, and I’m Princess of the Kingdom of Constanta, and I’m not planning on finding my mate because my mate is dead already. I’m Princess of the Sapphire eyes, and I hold tragic secrets that no one has to find, even if it means I have to kill everyone.

The young woman simply nodded before walking away like one who is enchanted. Princess Elizabeth gasped at the ugly incident she just witnessed. Arthur is a Vampire!.

He demands of her. He is snoring within seconds. “How?” I whisper. I am not sure if I am asking how she did what she did to the King, how she got him to fall asleep, or even how the King is alive. “First thing is first.” She announces as she stands. “I am a Vampire and Witch.” “I don’t understand.” My mind is on overdrive. “I know you don’t. You will in a moment.” As her words leave her mouth, the ropes holding my arms fall to the floor.

Said the princess, pointing a knife at the King. "That will not save you. I am faster and stronger than those you killed." "You mean you are a.." The King interrupted "Vampire. Yes you are correct." He said. Tears filled princess Ashah's eyes. Her hands began to tremble, her palms became sweaty. She tried to strike the King, but he ran at an incredible speed and stood behind her,then held the sword with her. "You said you loved me." Said the princess. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

If she were to ask herself many months ago if something like this would happen to her, she would never believe that and being a great fan of Twilight and True Blood, secretly watching these shows when she was sin school, she would definitely want to experience such adventure and mystery. The girly girl inside of her also agreed that if romance or some kind was present in this adventure, it would be the cherry on top. But of course, vampires or werewolves or demons, whatever was nothing but fictional stories to entertain young girls and boys especially at this day and age where all supernatural craps somehow sells. Boy, she was wrong! Dead wrong but at least she has become the damsel in distr

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.