Undead Princess の小説・ストーリー

The figure comes under a dim light and Anna nearly screams. His face is skeletal with maggots scurrying on it. The flesh is rotting and falling off while his bones are visible from underneath his armor. He is walking slowly, gurgling while carrying something in his hands. The thing puts a tray in front of Anna’s cell and then turns to walk away. “What the hell is that?” Anna whispers. “An Undead?” “Undead are gone in the last war,” Cassandra says. “Nah. That ain’t an Undead. It’s a corpse which has been magically revived albeit temporarily. There are thousands more like it which are guarding this place. If we try to escape, we’ll become their food.”

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

I screamed in agony. "Come now, you didn't think I'd be that stupid now, did you? Once I realized that I could finally wield blood magic as the witches who raised me had told me, I realized that I was the cursed princess from the prophecy- the very same prophecy that people of Lunaria Kingdom, including Cadmus, wanted you dead for." Luna smirked, "But the prophecy was fire and blood but given that I could only wield blood meant that you wielded fire magic so I made preparations in advance. Those metals are engraved with runes causing your magic to backfire. Any magic you apply to those chains would be deflected to you five times worse." "If they wanted me dead because I'm the cursed princess

“Princess? Do I look like a princess? I am not a princess, Udona. The King who brought me in this world is dead. The people who raised me on their heads and bowed in respect are burnt to ashes. The fort that sheltered me and stood as a barrier in front of every storm is now crumbled to ruins. The crown that used to sit on my head is now broken. I am not a princess anymore because my nation is destroyed. The nation that survived the heinous plague and drought, fell under the attack of a monster. We were supposed to prosper and strengthen the poor, the one who has lost so much in a decade, but he stole that chance from us and brought destruction in his wake. I can still hear them. The screams

@SUHANISA POV@ untill I met my prince I too faced many hurdles and problems in my life after meeting him my destiny decided something and made us to go in different ways though we faced many things again we became united even when I was far from my family and my prince I got another wonderful family who treated me like a princess I got a best brother too but why my little princess needs to face all these what wrong she did she is trying her level best to protect her loved ones but why her sacrifices making her to sacrifice herself is this called love I know love demands sacrifice but untill when untill the person sacrifice themselves what happened to my princess please don't hurt my princess

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.

This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. .... Once upon a time, there was a Lost Princess whose existence no one was aware of. . . An abandoned twelve years old girl no one cared about that had now turned into an assassin known for never missing her target and controlling an army of deadly, undestroyable breed of creatures even Immortals should fear. To pay an old debt Esmeray agreed to kidnap the King of Vampires. What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?

Alone and afraid, with a mind so confused, her blood kept being taken until the last drop was used. Her eyes had been closed for many a moon, and as she drew her final breath, her soul was free to leave the room. The king was informed of the princess’s passing, and he shouted, ‘Good riddance. The witch is finally dead.’ Dead but not forgotten, for you see, the princess was a child of the gods, and her soul was merely a seed for the gods to sow. This, dear reader, is the story of the world’s first, everlasting Doe.”

‘Perhaps she went to the council,’ he thought to himself on his way back home. The next morning, princess Freda went back to her home in England, still oblivious to the fact that Prince Deacon was next door. Prince Deacon decided to pay her a visit, wondering if she perhaps knew where Wynn was. “Prince Deacon,” Princess Freda said, opening her front door. “How are you?” he asked, walking into the house that no longer had any servants. “Lonely. I am sorry for what happened to Emily,” Princess Freda said, unaware that prince Duncan does not know that Emily was alive and now a vampire.

The evil aura engulfed the whole sky and many of the warriors were torn to pieces before they even reached the King of the Dead. Their opponent was the most powerful person in the Ghost World. The difference in power was too huge and it was a one-sided murder spree! In the blink of an eye, the King of the Dead killed dozens of the hundreds of the sect warriors. The ground was covered in blood and the stench of it filled the air. It was like hell. The King of Death was arrogant as his eyes locked on Quincy. “You are Princess Long of South Cloud World and you are highly reputable. I’ll spare your lives if you are the first to surrender to me!”