Vanellope Is A Princess Novels & Stories

Adelie couldn’t tell what she was thinking but she could tell that although she was far from harmless, her intentions were pure. The doors of the palace opened and a small, white face peeked out from behind it. Natalia smiled even brighter, jumping up to the door. The child jumped back, trying to shut the door. Natalia kept it open with one hand. “Your highness.” “W-Who are you?” “I am Natalia Adamantine. You are the third princess, Princess Alana Willow Ducroft.” “H-How did you know?” “I know a lot of things about you, your highness. But I’m sad that you rejected my invitation for a play date. This is why I decided to bring the play date here. I hope you don’t mind, your highness.”

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.

"Do you know who's here this year? This is like, the royal year." Despite myself, I was curious. "Royal year?" "Dude, yes!" Riley's eyes lit up. "The Lycan Prince, Kieran Moonveil, is here. A freaking Lycan! One of them is worth like fifty of us in battle." My stomach tightened. Lycans were like werewolves but stronger, faster, more lethal. They existed outside Alpha King Aldrich's control, just like my pack. "Not just that," Riley continued. "Alpha King's son himself, Donovan Silverclaw, is attending. Talk about pressure—imagine training alongside the future king."

Not only that, I despise Rogue as they are the prime suspect in my list of people who could have murdered my parents. 'I wouldn't reject my pack, Athena, doing that would leave me vulnerable, whereas If I don't, I'll be welcome to all the pack as I don't smell like rogues neither am I one, not only that, I would also have a sort of protection against certain wolfs.' I explained. 'That's right, let's do this Princess Myla-Rose Hall.' She teased using my full title for me. I smile at her, 'Let's do this, but I'll need you by my side Athena.' I tell her hoping she'll cooperate with me.

I met his eyes in the mirror, watching the last stylist pin a final silver thread into my hair. “No,” I said calmly, “because I’m not attending this welcome ceremony for them.” I turned to face him fully, the midnight gown swishing against the marble floor. “I’m attending because I am Princess Evelyn Voss, heir to the Lycan throne. This night is about showing the continent who I’ve become—not about dredging up people who belong locked in my past.” A faint, cool smile curved my lips. “Alexander Thorne and Scarlett Hale? They’re not worth my time anymore.”

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

, I mean, he can't be serious right? Me? King Alpha only surviving daughter? Psshhhhh. There have got to be some mistake because Logan is my mate and can't possibly be the enemy here. "You heard me Avalon. You are Princess Avalon Vega. Only daughter to Alpha king Vega, ruler of the Vega pack and I hope that rings a fucking bell in your mind too but it's okay if it's doesnt. Now if you want to find out more than you will come with me" He turned and began to head back towards the window and I just stood by my bed with wide eyes, mouth hitting the floor and still not willing to move an inch.

"She would be the most mischievous vampire you'll ever encounter with." "Princess Kori was from Blaze Kingdom, right?" Victoria nodded, "The middle child. Prince Trevence was her most hated sibling, although, you can see the three of them always together." Honey just nodded her head. She turned around and helped Victoria with her work, since she was already done with her. Penelope walked past them, and Honey couldn't stop herself from watching her moves. Penelope was guiding and doing the typical work of the head of servants in every kingdom. The talk that she had with King Javier and Queen Enid when the Oscuridad started to attack came back to her memories.

She explained again and I nodded. “Oh, so have you compel someone before?” I asked her. She shook her head. “No, I haven’t,” “Why?” “Because I don’t find it necessary and I always get what I want,” she replied confidentially. Of course, she always gets what she wants. She is the vampire's Grand Princess who had everyone wrapped around her fingers, even her King brother. “So you don’t need the locket, right?” I asked Selene again and she nodded.