The White Queen White Princess Novels & Stories

Damien had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen do to a King? Especially if they still do not know what this queen is capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guests still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after

“Get in place. Meredith saw a missing pawn and assumed she must belong there. She looked around at the board and the knight leaned in her direction and told her to get the queens crown from the other side as quickly as possible. Meredith nodded and the game began to move in accordance. Meredith wasn’t sure how but she knew when to move and when not to. Somehow she made it to the other side and was crowned the white queen. She turned around to face the board and saw the white king was Brayden dressed very royally in a white decorated military jacket and an elaborately decorated crown with diamonds set in silver. Besides him was the real white queen. Meredith stared at the White queen that sto

' 'Alas I madam,' cried the Princess, 'is it impossible to be at once wise and beautiful? 'NO, child,' answered the Old woman, 'only to you it is decreed that you must choose between the two, See, I have brought with me my white and yellow muff. breathe upon the yellow side and you will become like the pretty shepherdess you admire so much, and you will have won the love of the handsome shepherd whose picture I have already seen you studying with interest. breathe upon the white side and your looks will not alter, but you will grow better and happier day by day, Now you may choose.' Ah well,' said the Princess, 'l suppose one can't have everything, and it's certainly better to be good than p

“To rule on the throne, he has been given to you. And without a doubt, conquer the world with Ryan's pack by your side.” She raised her chin high. “Especially given the fact that your Raven is white, and no one or anyone in history has ever seen or encountered a white Raven. Although there is only one folk tale about this glorious white creature, no one has been able to prove its existence. In the story, it is said that White Ravens may be odd and rare, but they are our kings and queens.” She smiled. “Do you know how powerful that sound is? King and queen united.” She took my hand. "My dear, you are the royalty of our species."

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

Each baseboard of the walls in that room was interrupted by a trail of that mesmerizing blue fire, and there were also the same amount of passages that formed portals of pure blue flame, identical to everything that was in my own throne hall. At the back of the hall, there was a large throne of stalactites and curved forms of frozen water, bowing in an armchair to accommodate his princess. Princess was a euphemism. The woman who rose from the throne when she saw me enter, wearing a long baby blue dress, was a queen. She had the pose of a queen with the supernatural elegance that stood up, making the tail of her dress blush theatrically against the ice of the floor. She had the hair of a quee

Tristan stared at him blankly before he responded. “All due respect your majesty, I understand that you are a prince and a royal guard and that she is a Queen to your people. However, she is my Alpha and right now she is on pack lands, not your island. The wolf after her wants her because she is a Ravenfield, not a dragon. I will not leave her safety in someone else's hands because my oath is to her and I take my oath seriously. So despite our differences, we will work together to protect someone who is important to the both of us.”

The Queen stood, preparing to leave. Aynyra shouted, "Wait! Please, I am part Fae, I'm a descendant of the Fae who fell in love with my Kingdom's human prince. Can you help us now?" The Queen paused and turned around, returning to her seat, "I heard you possessed magic. Is it just you two girls?" "As far as we know," Aynyra offered a hesitant smile.

Alex said, “Moreover, the blood inside your body won’t be drained. On the contrary, you actually profited.” “What bestiality?” The princess was infuriated as she bared her fangs. “Who are you calling a beast? I am royalty with a noble bloodline in the Witch Beast Kingdom. How dare you describe me as a beast? You are the beast. A wild beast. A dumb wild beast.” Alex, the Witch Beast princess, and the White Flayer were all locked in a cage. The White Flayer dared not speak and regarded itself invisible. It looked at the princess with its small eyes for a while before looking at Alex, saying it could not understand their profound conversation.

I pressed it to my lips. “Tobi… do you know the story of Lilliana? The lost princess?” I asked as we walked, hand in hand, around the edge of the clearing. He shook his head. “Never heard of her. Why?” “I visited a church today… they told this old folktale. A Duke’s daughter, Lilliana, locked away in a tower. She fell in love with her father’s guard… who just happened to be a werewolf.” Tobi’s smile faltered.