Undead Princess Novelas e Histórias

“They brought all the creatures together under her rule but some of the witches became too powerful. They wanted more power and rebelled against her. Enraged and hurt, the Moon Goddess and her mate punished them but when they killed the Moon Goddess’ only daughter, she cursed them to a life of being Undead.” “Cursed and filled with vengeance, the Undead went on a rampage, killing almost all life. The Moon Goddess and her mate then sacrificed themselves to trap the Undead underground, promising each other that they will meet again in another lifetime. Their sacrifice trapped the Undead for thousands of years under snow.” “But the Undead will return and when they do-” He flips the page but to

They were excited to see the incredible scenery above their Kingdom directly. The Princess they had always considered useless. The Princess was a troublemaker and often humiliated the Kingdom. Now, no one else said such a thing. After what they saw, the lousy image Queenie had built for twenty years was gone. Bright River’s people only glanced at the Princess with admired glances. They adored Princess Queenie as an excellent future ruler. She was brave, and she was a dragon controller. After several decades, the Bright River Kingdom finally returned the Dragons to their side.

He rushed here in haste, only to encounter the other two beastmen, resulting in this mess. The people he questioned did not dare to answer, so Felix tightened his grip around the throat of the man in his hand. The man trembled as he explained, "The crown princess fell off a cliff and died a few days ago. She's supposed to be buried today, but now, she has risen from the dead..." "Risen from the dead?" The lion shifter, Leo, who was holding Victoria, looked grim. "She's perfectly alive and kicking." Both Mother and Victoria knew the truth but could not say a word. The crowd around them erupted in chaos.

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.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I will walk away… but can I? She looks me over like I’m a piece of dirt, which I am. She inclines her head slightly so I continue. “Can we start again?” I rise from the sofa and kneel in front of her, “Princess, I’m Wade Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I look intently into those gorgeous golden eyes before I gently take her hand and lay a delicate kiss on the back of it. I loosely hold her hand before her, expecting her to pull away but she doesn’t.

–Saadi screamed so loudly in the midst of her painful despair that Karila ignored it completely listlessly, and clutching her empty glass she headed for the bedroom door, watching both men fall to their knees, beginning the most agonizing seconds of the mediocre remnant of their lives. They collapsed the second she closed the door behind her and walked perfectly calmly to the elevator. She wouldn't get rid of the cup there, just as she wouldn't get rid of those robes anywhere. She entered the elevator and returned to improve the way the scarf was positioned on her face, covering her identity even more so as not to leave any traces. They were dead. The princess removed one of her assorted dis

Fredrick murdered you 120 years ago at the request of his father to become the Mafia boss. He is no longer a Mafia boss but a king. What! How could This be? He has turned his mansion into a palace. Time has passed, and his mansion does not exist in modern times, but he is still very much king of undead. We have brought you back to kill him and set our people free. You are the last known person that he loved. What he is, we don't know but we called him the reincarnation of the devil. He is a Monster. Th...then what are you?

“We underwent a selection process to choose who is your worthy queen, and this beautiful woman here, Princess Megana of the Kingdom of Fez, had been selected. She’s the best candidate we have, Your Highness.” “Get out,” I lashed without a second thought, my Kirillian side wanting to surface, but I contained it. These people here basically didn’t know it was I who had haunted their restless nights. For them to find out I was their monster would cause great uproar. Not like they can do anything about it, though. Lord Beard stepped back down, lowering his head again to avoid contact with my piercing glare. It pleased me inside, but the woman, sensual as she looked, dared to stand and approach m