Theodosia Ash Princess Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT No Way Out Ashier found himself caught in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, torn between conflicting impulses. He glanced back and forth between the fallen Prince Theo and Blair, the woman he loved, both demanding his attention and a decision to be made. His heart ached with the weight of the situation. While he despised Theo for his actions, he couldn't ignore the sight of the prince gasping for breath, his life hanging in the balance. Ashier's instincts urged him to help, to provide aid to someone in need, regardless of their transgressions.

Nicholas breathed, his face turning ashen, “but she…” "She is a princess of the realm," Vardos corrected, stepping into my space, completely unbothered by my weapon. "And she is the only thing you have that is worth the lives of my pack. Give me Arissa. We wed at dawn. By noon, ten thousand Lycans will be marching south."

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

Asha yelled before storming out of the room. “Asha! Asha! Come back here!” Alpha Theron yelled after her daughter, but she didn’t turn back. Alpha Theron sighed before turning to me. “Asha is the princess of the Pack; she was spoiled too much. Don’t mind her. Soon enough, she would wake up to her senses.” My gaze flickered to Alpha Theron when he spoke. Now that there was total silence, I finally came back to my senses. All this time, I had yearned to know the identity of my father. I always thought he would be a rogue or a criminal even, but I never expected that he would turn out to be him.

Angela asked, "Don't you all know that my brother is King Samson's only son—Toddy? And I'm Princess Angela." Solomon and Elio's jaw dropped, and the disbelief on their faces was unmistakable. Angela's daddy was the king himself. Meanwhile, Lucy was also shocked to the core. She rarely watched international news. So, she didn't know that Toddy was a prince until this very moment. Lucy cupped her face. She couldn't believe that she called the prince a pervert. Tobias was being chivalrous by not locking her up in prison. At this, she felt like she had ridden an emotional roller coaster.

In the future. Someone scoffed and Aldric turned to realize that it was his other half-brother, Theodore, prince of the spring court and the least of his problems. He could defeat that one with a flick of his finger. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating. But Theodore was not a problem at all, just a waste of Fae air. "I think I want something right now as payment for the Orcs…." There was a glint in Aldric's eyes, excitement thrumming in his veins.

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

Ivy grabs my hand in hers, feeling the turmoil through our matebond. “Your title as King and Queen was revoked the moment you decided to work with the disgraced Goddess Ashari. You are no longer Royalty.” Ivy answers calmly, drawing attention to herself. Ashti looks like someone who just smelled something utterly disgusting. “Shut up you filthy half breed!” She screams, and I about had it with them, but Ivy again squeezed my fingers. I look at her and she shakes her head, her eyes totally calm. Her demeanor tells me we are going to handle this without biting their bait. She turns her head again to where Ashti and Edor are sitting. They are chained to the chairs so they cannot make a run for

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 am Countess Petrova. I know nothing of Chicago.” He chuckled, a soft, dry sound that held no humor. “Oh, my dear child, let us not play these tiresome games. Your performance as the Countess was exquisite, truly. But I have made it my business to know the faces of my rivals. And the face of the brilliant art restorer who holds the heart of the new King of Ashes? That is a face I would not forget.” He took a step into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind him. “Isabella Rossi. It is a true, if foolish, pleasure to finally meet you.”