Undead Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gods, I was a virgin and I still shuddered at the thought of what that cock could do to me if I was with someone that big. “Princess.” I nearly jumped when I heard Uncle Hunter moan out my nickname, my already heated skin growing hotter. With wide eyes. I watch as he stroked his cock harder, faster, his hips bucking. “Princess, fuck!” He moans again. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.” My heart beat quickens at his words, and I knew that if he caught me watching, things would become awkward. Deciding on a tactical retreat, I carefully back away from Uncle Hunter’s door and slip back towards my room. My heart was racing, my body feeling hot. Uncle Hunter was masturbating to the thought of m

A bright glow emanates from the baby and a collective gasp fills the hall. "A healer has been born to all the supernatural beings. Behold, a child born of a pure soul. A child born to a woman who suffered the most atrocities of life but remained pure. All the torture, pain, hurt, and abuse could not dampen her love nor cloud her pure heart. She chose forgiveness, over vengeance. She chose love over animosity. No matter how bad the blows were, Summer remained the indestructible princess that she rightly is. All hail our universal queen!" "All hail the Queen!"

"Do you really think you guys can get me without my fan?" Both of her hands move fast at almost the same speed. She aggressively grabs the wrist of the nearest undead to her on both sides. She then jumps and kicked the two corpses with all her might as she pulls their wrist. This made their limb ripped out. Blood gushed out from the ripped-off wrists. There's even several splattered blood on the princess' robes, but she didn't care at all.

I am no longer a lost princess. I am a Queen. Queen of the Underworld. ***

‘So the projection I saw last night was from the day she arrived…’ Adrian recalled how much the princess did not want to be here and the despair on her face. When the princess arrived, she found out the secret behind the meteorites and claimed they would bring nothing but disaster. Thus, she asked for the emperor to destroy them all. But the emperor, having tasted how powerful his undead army was, did not agree to this. Instead, he wanted the princess to develop a cure for his condition. He even infected the princess with the worms to make sure she worked on a cure. The princess remained inside the tower, trying her best to develop a cure. Finally, she managed to develop a cure that allowed

Deya looked back at Shali, the maid smiled reassuringly and nodded, indicating that everything was going well. “Interesting…” the doctor muttered. - Very interesting… -What? the princess asked impatiently, frowning. “Your injuries were very serious…” Atara still did not open her eyes. “And they were badly healed. They tried to save your life, they did everything possible. The poison of the undead is very dangerous. Living tissues from it decompose and begin to die. A chill ran down the girl's back from these words, and the almost forgotten terrible scream of huge mandibles reappeared in her ears.

someone whispered near me. The announcement caught my attention. A princess? At this event? I quickly pulled out my phone and typed “Princess of Scotland” into G****e. To my surprise, no clear image or information came up. It was as though her identity was deliberately hidden from the public. But it was stated she was a billionaire and the creative director behind Caledonia holdings. This company was the biggest in the market right now. People were paying attention to their insane details which was all the idea of the princess of the Scotland.

“Please. I need something to call you.” “I am Princess Aveline Asteria Laurel of the High Realm,” I whispered. “Daughter of King Rowan Laurel. Wrongly banished. Wrongly condemned. Wrongly cast from my land.” My voice broke. “And I don’t know where I am.” Marek stared at me as if I had spoken a language he only half understood. “You speak like someone from another world,” he said quietly. I swallowed hard. “That is because I am.” Silence settled between us. He watched me intently, eyes flickering with calculation and caution.

But I understood nothing honestly, but before I could ask, she kept going on… “I see blood that remembers crowns it never wore. A princess stripped of worth, hidden by time, unnamed by history…” “Only her blood can unmake what your ancestors stole,” Valhalla paused, and then suddenly smiled. “Only her return can close what was not supposed to open…” “Who?” I stepped forward, because I had now seen some lights. “Who is she?” “A princess who is not named.” She repeated her words. “And what if she is not found,” I demanded, my fists clenching by my sides.

And in the quiet tower room, two princesses—necromantress and blood princess—stood on the edge of eternity. Dressed for tomorrow. Tangled in today. Ready for always.