Undead Princess Novels & Stories

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

Her arm was still bleeding, and now bloöd was smeared all over her náked body. There was not a sign of what she was feeling on her face, but by fucking god, I had never seen a sight so beautiful. She looked like a warrior princess. Maybe a little broken. Alex nudged me from behind, his brow arching up in question. I shrugged in response and looked back at her not wanting to miss any part of it. It was fascinating to watch her. An angel in the drags of hell. An outcast princess. Heaving a deep sigh, Alex went to the unconscious body of Phillip and the girl who was sitting beside him with her legs crossed in Indian style. “What are you doing?” Alex asked, but she didn’t look up.

On the east side of Leafland, there were now eight mounds. Remember getting an unstoppable Princess, Hope, who annihilates all of her country's adversaries, and her triumphs and selfless deeds pass from land to land, even reaching the aristocratic ears of the monarch, who pursues her revered might to combat evil and Lycans. Isn't it incredible? But that is how Charlotte, the Queen's daughter, was, and her grief was experienced by all. It's no surprise, then, that her burial, which will be covered further down, was a unique affair in which funeral traditions and culture were disregarded because she was simply not an ordinary person even at a funeral.

She looked up, to see a crowd yelling in front of her. She turned to Icran and watched him raise his hand, silence fell over the room. "Rebellion, the King is dead!" A cheer erupted from the room, screaming out in victory. "The Princess and Prince are still alive, a plague that must be wiped from the earth." With each shout from Icran, the crowd followed with a cheer, "We have starved, froze and liven in chaos for too long now! Down with monarchy!"

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

"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.

‘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.

A wood that won't burn and comes to life once fed with blood. A witch's blood. Once the tree tastes the blood on its bark, it will serve its master and die once the master has passed as well. As the gargoyle announcer announced, I stood in front of the two large dark doors. "Presenting our lady and Mistress of Pandora's Castle, Mistress Alice," he says in a deep voice. The doors automatically opened as I looked at the three princes standing on the side. I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne.