The Wicked Little Princess Novels & Stories

She looked at the stairs and saw a werewolf with black wings and horns on his head coming towards her. "You are the missing daughter of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth, right?" asked the terrifying werewolf. Charlotte's hair from all over her body rose in fear. "W-who are you?" "You really are a foolish daughter of your parents who knows nothing outside the world. Do not answer me with another question!" "I am Charlotte, the third princess of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth. I vowed to save them from the clutch of your hands." King Abaddon chuckled. "Saving them? You are too weak to fight. Not even your father was able to save you from my hands. How ridiculous!"

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

Their five-year-old son fidgets beside them as he glares at the guests, worried for his new sister's safety with so many wolves around. Alphas, Lunas and other high-ranking wolves wait patiently in the crowd as the chanting from the palace Witch rings a gentle melody around the room. Today is the one-month mark of Princess Isabella Nightlock, signaling that the new born werewolf princess is strong enough to survive in this world. As the chanting continues, the Witch sprinkles moon dust over different crystals placed to the side of the princess.

Her stepsister’s voice sliced through her hope, bringing her back to the role she could never escape. Maris’s face tightened slightly. Seraphina swayed closer with a mocking smile, chestnut curls forming a dark crown. Her green eyes glinted with malicious superiority. “You think the moon will make you a wolf? All I see is a girl, desperate to grow claws, too soft to scratch.” Seraphina tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. “It’s adorable, really. A little half-breed hoping one day she’ll wake up as a real wolf.”

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.

Now, he was painting another, grander picture for me, promising a magnificent wedding. Oh, did he really want to marry me? But when she appeared, he stopped coming to me. Recalling the photos and her medical record, I could not help but believe it. I was no longer his princess. I was a witch who had offered a poisoned apple to the true princess, sending her into a deep sleep. And then came the happy ending: the true princess had returned, and a wicked witch could never compare to her. My face crumpled like a discarded, ruined cloth, and I wept. I cried as loudly and as hard as I possibly could.

, I smirked. "You are drunk, princess. That wouldn't be a fair game. But, that's the point, isn't it?", excitement bubbled in my chest, as the pieces began to fall into place. "There are rules. And, I'm not drunk, I'm tipsy", she said, defensively. "Mm", I chuckled. "I mean if you don't want to play", she shrugged, starting to turn around. I snatched her back to me with a growl. "Don't play that shit with me, princess. Tell me the rules", my predatory instinct in full swing.

With what little strength I had left, I screamed at them and mentioned the title I had kept buried for years. "This is a warning! I'm the wolf princess of the Werewolf Kingdom! Think about the consequences of hurting me!" They only laughed. "Wolf princess? That ruthless wolf princess from back then? You expect us to believe she turned into a wretch like you?" They ripped what was left of my dress and closed in again. "We're in the wild. No one's coming. Let's finish this." "I won't lie. She's got a hell of a body." I closed my eyes and drowned in despair.

Because you see, this princess wasn't made for Prince Charming. She wasn't made for all things good in the world. No, this princess was made for me. So in this fairy tale, Prince Charming doesn't win. And the princess doesn't get to choose. My little flower for my eyes only. I'll pluck her petals and watch her die. Because in this fairy tale the villain wins. And I will make the princess MINE!' –Q. Holt

She caught up with him and blew white powder into his face, knocking him out cold. "This memory be erased,this memory be forgotten, this memory be not found until the day the son of the wizard surfaces" the witch spoke over my father and they carried his body to his territory and dumped him. "Now we need to perform a spell to make him see you and immediately fall in love with you" said the witch. They drained the blood of my father's mate and mixed it with a red rose and gave my mother to drink and smear on her body. She attended a ball and in no time she was the Luna of the pack my father ruled.