Their Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

Her gut told her to set after him and find out what he was after at this hour and what made the tough prince so nervous. Clearly not wanting to be seen, Prince Alexander walked as fast as possible towards the redwood and past it towards much larger trees. The trees were so thick she couldn’t see where he had gone. She tried to catch up to him with just a safe enough distance that she almost tripped on the roots and fallen logs. Once her foot crunched on a broken shell of an acorn, she watched with bated breath to see if the prince ever heard her. When the prince stopped at the spot directly above the hidden room, Clara quickly hid behind a tree, trying to peer around it. An audible gasp esca

Angel didn’t mind backing down when she knew it was in her best interest to know what these people knew. Hunter was flabbergasted he asked more calmly “Can someone tell me what is going on?” Michael simply handed him the piece of paper, they watched as all the color drained from Hunter’s face and he stared in stunned disbelief at Angel. When the letter had been passed around to everyone in the room who had just arrived. Michael spoke saying “It appears that Stacia wasn’t off with her friend that summer, she’d gone into hiding to give birth to her daughter. Whom she then gave to someone.”

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

She was even more important than I’d imagined. “After she was born, the baby princess was quickly hidden away. Her location was an absolute secret to everyone but the Queen and King. No one, not even their most trusted advisers, were given so much as a clue.” “Why?” Carter asked, still sounding a little sullen. “Not that today isn’t a big deal and all, but like…it would’ve been a lot easier for the packs to find her if it wasn’t such a big secret.” Vincent fixed him with a sharp stare. “Exactly. If we could find her, so could the demons remaining in this world. She’s their ultimate target, as the last member of the line of Lycan Queens. Secrecy was her only safety.”

The guests whispered among themselves—some with pity, some with shock, and some with unconcealed glee. The live stream was in an absolute frenzy: "Oh my god! So Isadora is the real princess!" "Seraphina's a fake!" "All that stuff Isadora went through…" My mother handed the microphone to me, her eyes filled with encouragement. I took it and scanned the crowd below. My gaze rested on Bruce for a second before moving to the crumpled figure of Seraphina on the floor. "Good evening," I said, my voice steady and clear. "I am Isadora, the sole and rightful heir of the Silver Moon Pack."

No other King was as great as he was. Well, until a hidden prince came to light. No one had ever seen him. New stories have developed through pods. Even though most pods deemed this hidden prince as a myth, others believed he was the one to set order again. So, imagine my surprise when the guards mentioned they were taking me to him. My mind went on trips of who this prince was. What could this hidden Prince be like?

“I don’t care.” She blinked at me. “Not even a little?” “I – ugh,” I threw my head in my hands. I was getting tired of trying to hide my secrets. I kept forgetting who knew what and who was supposed to know what. Part of me knew this was my own fault. I was the one who said I didn’t want anyone to know I was the princess. I was the one who said I’d enroll in Alpha Academy. I didn’t know why the fuck I was still even here! All that was in my future was bedding the same men I’d been pushed upon the previous summer.

I told them before cutting the link & opening up one to my Beta. "Shower & meet me at the car. We're going to Hidden Stream. It's time us wolf & witch royals sat down together. They don't just have a wolf Princess, they have Princess Jessica too. The witch kings will help us get them both back." I told him.

A pure and simple desire that HE immediately granted. “Very well, but since HE already gave you HIS blessing. Why don’t we see something no, someone that you knew, yet you are unaware of who she really is. The person you also treasure and one of your best friends, yet in this loop and world, she is considered as a princess.” Now caught in a spiral of like a poetical game. Daniela’s mind is running in between the people closest to her to be the one that s hiding a secret that she isn’t allowed to know, but she is destined to find it all out.