Their Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

Because I had not read that name. I had felt it. Like it belonged to me before memory did. Silas’s grip on my arm tightened slightly without him realizing it. Caspian looked at me again. Carefully now. Like he was watching a structure collapse in real time. “The lost princess,” he said quietly, “was never unprotected.” A pause. Then: “She was hidden.” My throat went dry. Hidden. Not dead. Not lost. Hidden. The mark on my wrist burned so sharply I almost cried out.

"I was still young then like you but your story has been told to every fairy in our realm because your parents, the Queen and King, tried to look for you, in the Fairy Realms. They never thought that Aldar and Melandra will not be able to tell them where they hid you. They were both left unconscious when they faced Alirion.” Caspian pauses after something crossed his mind. He stares at Princess Aria with a devastated expression. “It was meant to be kept as a secret so Alirion cannot reach you if our realm perishes, along with our Queen and King.” “You are a secret, the forgotten secret kept by Aldar and Melandra, all these years. This changes everything!" Caspian finishes his explanations wi

After all she was, the famous lost princess, Princess Helen Hallerus, the hidden counter part to the contest of throne claims. “Forgive, Count Kabronel temperament…after all it has been a long journey for us….But just like we have promised…this was also a part of the deal…after all, you have already bet on me on this race for the throne right?..”. (Princes Helen Hallerus)

Then, just as quickly, it vanished into the forest. Aria sank to her knees, mud clinging to her legs, heart pounding in a rhythm that matched the pulse of her power. She could feel the forest’s gaze upon her, ancient and aware, waiting for her next move. The low growl that echoed through the trees told her she was not alone. Damon’s presence lingered in her mind, the bond burning hotter than ever. She was not ready, not yet—but there was no turning back. Her hidden power had awakened fully, fierce and untamed. The forest held its secrets close, but it had chosen her. She would claim it, control it, and learn the truth of what she was meant to be.

I asked, straightening and ready to take my Princess away from here and lock her away in my mansion, where no one can hurt her for the time being. “I think she went to the last room. The one with a bow on the door.” Mavis answers and I thank her, asking her to supervise any last packing while I go find Jessica. I slowly walk down the hall, curious to see what the room Jessica was hiding in looked like. She said it was broken dreams, but that could be anything for her. She was a hell of an artist as a teen, always painting when not studying away her days. Maybe it was an art room that that bastard of an ex she had made her lock up so she could be the perfect housewife for him. Anger swells in

“Let this be a lesson to us all, ladies: if we want to find our dream alphas, try to get lost during a nature hike!” Her stirring story prompted a chorus of delicate giggles around the table, adorned with Charlotte’s finest china and the most delicious finger sandwiches and cookies. The princess let out a small laugh, hiding behind her teacup and doing her utmost to blend in with the circle. However tame it all seemed, she knew better than to lower her guard around these pampered darlings of society. They were vultures. Every last one of them. “Speaking of alphas…” another girl drawled, swinging her hawklike gaze to the princess, “there is something I must ask Your Highness that has been bur

She informed me, as if that was supposed to explain why we were hiding under the table. A pair of brown boots stopped at our table. “I could have sworn I saw her.” Came the girl’s voice, her tone held a lot of puzzlement but then Raven’s phone started ringing causing the girl to look underneath the table at us. “I knew you were hiding there before your phone gave you up.” Letting out a sigh, Raven crawled out and I followed her, feeling silly and confused. I stared at the girl, who happens to be seated now. She had the same purple hair as Raven except that Raven’s only has purple highlights while she had a full blown purple short hair.

Elysia Deep in the belly of Mount Everstrike, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind encircled the cavern’s hollow heart. Tension vibrated between them, each glance weighing betrayal against disbelief. Pure power surged through the veins of the Primordial Sovereigns coiling around every breath, and pressing outward until every otherworldly trait blazed beyond measure. What lesser witches only hinted at erupted in them. Their eyes lit the darkness. No torches needed.

"Today, as we gather to honor the memory of our beloved Queen Emilia, I stand before you to reveal a truth that has long been hidden." A collective gasp swept through the hall as those assembled leaned forward, their curiosity piqued. "With a heavy heart, I acknowledge the whispers and questions that have stirred among you," King Fredrick continued, his gaze steady as he surveyed the room. "Yes, it is true. Princess Isabella, my daughter, has been hidden from the world, known only to a trusted few. But today, in this sacred space, I declare her rightful place as my daughter and the future Queen of Adernia."

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.