White Haired Princess Novels & Stories

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

Ilyria slowed her breath as well as she could, she wrapped her other hand around the Princess’s as if trying to warm it, the token she had passed the Princess, laying still and cold in the hollow between their hands. She forced herself to see again the Princess, laid out on the cold slab, but this time she saw someone’s mother, a woman who had once been young and loved, who had laughed and who loved the dancing girls because she had once been one. She saw the color restored to the Princess’s hair shining burnished black as obsidian, her skin smooth and golden. This Princess stood up from the slab where she had lain, glowing like a light in the dark place where she had been confined. Her eyes

She pointed at it, then at her own hair, fell in a daze for a bit, and grinned even wider. "Hair! Same… hair!" Aurelia smiled as well. Both of them had the same long chestnut-colored hair. It was just that Aurelia's was lustrous and smooth, but Helene's was like hay like her slowly withering life. "I heard you're the king's younger sister, so you're the princess?" Aurelia looked around with her big eyes. "This palace is gorgeous, but the color sends chills to one. "Do you like white a lot?" Aurelia chuckled. "What a coincidence, me too! But I've always worn the nomads' long dresses in the past. Their clothes are super colorful. I didn't have a chance to wear white."

I was their fucking maid a few days ago. Something was obviously weird. I turned about to run away when my eyes caught something that made even my heart stop. My hair.... It was white.

Like lavender. Her hair was held up in a high bun and a sullen expression dominated her features. I was amazed at how fast she was able to get dressed and come out of the room. I remember how my dad always used to shout at my mum to hurry up when we were going out. We'd have to wait for minutes before my mum finally came out. When she eventually did, all the anger my dad felt would be buried and he'd just keep staring at her. Now I understood what he was staring at. The Princess' face was bare. I don't think I have ever seen her with any makeup before and she didn't need it.

The Queen stood, preparing to leave. Aynyra shouted, "Wait! Please, I am part Fae, I'm a descendant of the Fae who fell in love with my Kingdom's human prince. Can you help us now?" The Queen paused and turned around, returning to her seat, "I heard you possessed magic. Is it just you two girls?" "As far as we know," Aynyra offered a hesitant smile.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

And so it happened. The princess of the Daniels clan was a beauty to honour. She was pearl white and had the sharpest features. She had flaming red hair, which always was considered as a sign of danger and no other woman in the world had red hair. Her one sight made men weak in the knees, and she didn’t shy away from breaking down men just on a whim. She often strolled across the kingdoms, especially of the wolves, to lure men to her. She was a witch, and an incredibly powerful one, so no man or wolf was ever a match for her.

But the most notable of them all was the twin princesses, who inherited the queen's silver hair, and the little prince Edgard, who inherited a golden-silver hairdo. Among the other princes and princesses, Luca, Felicia, Aurora and Emil had a variety of golden hairdos. Prince Enric and princess Camelia had a black hairdo while princess Anastasia owned a beautiful brown hair. But they all had eyes of almost the same color, ranging in color from yellow to red, with the only exception of queen's silver ones. "Dad, where is Alex?" After they had all made themselves comfortable on the seats across the living room, Adrion asked in a worried tone wondering where his youngest brother had escaped from

Only after she let the prime minister hold her in private did the man reveal that he's been wearing a wig and a contact lense the whole time to hide his natural white-coloured hair and his gem-like, violet eyes! She can't hide it because she herself had the unusual ginger red hair and hazel eyes. Her skin is also another matter because she's the color of chocolate. The princess had a very pale skin and black hair, a trait that none of both of the king and hers' ancestors have. She doesn't have any explanation as to why the princess came out that way except from the fact that she cheated. But damn this Kastren. She saw him once, that illegitimate child of his. He was a walking carbon copy of