The White Queen White Princess Novels & Stories

I did. I stand up from my chair immediately. My mouth hangs slack and my arms are stretched at my sides. He leads me out the door, beckoning me to follow him. Today is the day of the funeral. We walk down the hallway and to the outside of the castle. White Lion is positively beautiful, dressed in white robes adorned with blue ribbons and jewels. She wears her crown on her head like the true princess she was. I can see the pain in Cesar's eyes as they roam

Gemma asked, her hands now ice cold, her breath choppy “Oh pumpkin!” Carrie hugged Gemma close to her and whispered quietly in her ear “You are the last white wolf of that line. The day after you were born, when we went to see you in hospital; You changed into a white wolf…..a pure white wolf pumpkin. You had no colour on you except an iridescent white coat” Holding Gemma’s shaking body, Carrie looked into her eyes, her own watering and overflowing onto her cheeks “I am you’re Vo-Suie and you my angel, are the Astrid White Princess, the last princess of both Fae and Wolf and the rightful ruler of ALL the supernaturals”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

It was a girl. "She is a girl," the crowd murmurs. "The one who defeated Nora is a girl". Ivan exclaimed in shock while Dev beamed in pride and joy. The person in white was indeed Akshara. The white queen praised Akshara while Akshara bowed to show her gratitude. But some past memories flashed in her mind with a replica of the White Queen, but Akshara was unable to recall it. Akshara fixed her eyes on the White Queen and tried hard to recall her past.

Covered with dazzling glittering gold silk cloth and a small tiara with a carved diamond wolf face in the middle of the crown rims on her cute round head, the only princess from the packs of rare white wolves was born. King Silas had never been happier watching her bluish purple-eyed daughter while she was being cuddled by her ever-attractive candy corn hair mother, Queen Ayana. "She looks exactly like you!" King Silas dotingly whispered as he caressed her little snow-white cheek.

She walked in wearing white and baby pink. With a single glance, you could tell she was dressed to the nines from head to toe. When it came to this woman, the supermodels had no chance. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked hand in hand with that beautiful young lady in black for the last time, even though she was wearing blue instead of black. This time, the white witch's hair was adorned with pink diamonds, and the head chain covered most of her head, with some silver chains dangling on her hair that extended all the way down her back.

As they turned onto the final set of stairs atop of the grand staircase, all heads in the room turned towards the two beauties. "Announcing the entrance of her majesty, Queen Thea and her highness, Princess Elaine." One of the herald announced as the pair descended the remaining set of stairs. Finally breaking away from her mother, Elaine made her way through the crowd to find her best friend, Isabel. Spotting her short ginger hair amongst the seas of black, brown and blonde hair, Elaine found Isabel near the exit. Having been so busy recently she hadn't managed to get the chance to speak to her yet. The fairy friend stopped in her tracks when she heard her name being called, and spun around

"But thank you." He smiles, but it's not a flirty expression. It's a mixture of concern and, I think, genuine happiness. "I told you I'm a savior of princesses and damsels in distress, didn't I?" Willow stirs in her sleep, jolting me back to the present. With her pale gold hair that she got from Keith, she can actually be taken for Damien's daughter. I laugh bitterly at this irony. There's a soft rap at the door. When I don't answer immediately, the rap at the door gets louder.

She begins emitting a white aura from her eyes. “Look at you! At the brink of death and trying to scare me with glowing eyes!” Gwanhoya giggles looking at her speaking insolently. “Begone demon!” she hits the ground with the staff and Gwanhoya alone is taken out by a wave of intense light enshrouding the whole forest closing the opening, “For I am the Queen of the White witches of this forest and I will not let you harm anyone else.” Casting her out of the enchanted forest. She screams in pain kneels back down and both of them (Genteel and Catherine) fall down to the ground. The people are circumspect coming out to see if the witch is really gone so they can take their bodies.