White Haired Princess Novels & Stories

They dispersed in haste, rallying their fellow soldiers and setting out to scour the kingdom in search of the missing prince. As the kingdom buzzed with the frantic search for Prince Edon, the forest echoed with the delicate whispers of its mystical inhabitants. Prince Edon found himself captivated by the sight of the mysterious figure lying before him. She appeared ethereal, her skin as pale as the moonlight that bathed the forest, and her long hair, white as freshly fallen snow, cascading down in intricate braids. Despite her small stature, there was an undeniable air of wisdom and power that emanated from her.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

She was afraid of the dark, terribly afraid of it — so why was the light off? I walked toward her bed. She was lying there, nothing unusual, as if she was just sleeping. "Mr. Vincent, Miss Majori needs rest…" Harper started again. But I wasn't at ease. I sat down and reached out to touch her face, only to flinch immediately, it was ice cold. "Majori." I called her name, then lifted the blanket. My eyes widened in shock. Beneath the blanket, her fingernails had turned pale white, bloodless. I grabbed her hand, it was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of a glacier.

If His Majesty will allow me, I still have my wedding dress to try on. Without another word, and without even waiting for his permission, she left his office. Elzhar was perplexed... She had... Changed too much. Far too much... She was no longer the smiling, soft-spoken Princess he had first met... In such a short space of time, she had undergone a radical change. Even her eyes had changed... He could see a certain malice in her eyes... He thought he needed a woman who would just smile and redo her make-up, but he found a woman who was outspoken and out of the ordinary...

BLADE RAGE INTRODUCTORY ARC 17. The Prince & The Elites III: Red & Blue She had wild hair with a crimson reaching all the way down to her waist, bright face, red lips white shirt and black trousers, and on her face a no - nonsense - look. "Bullshit!" She rolled her eyes, "If this mutton ass doesn't stop looking at me now I swear I'll kill him." Sebastian stood there in utter silence as if in a trance, even all the princesses he had met could not compare to her beauty. He wasn't even listening to what she had to say.

Again most sit nodding or have emotionless expressions on their faces. “Alpha Maddox, may I ask, is it true you have found your Luna and she is a Vampire?” Elder Fransis asks, she is one of the older Elders and more open to change than the others. “Yes I have found my Luna, Princess Lyra Skolova is an exceptional female and an amazing leader, and I do hope you all will keep an open mind when you meet her” I say as I smile at Elder Fransis.

There once was a princess that lived on a faraway island. And That island was full of lush green forests, but very little farm land and civilization. The princess's name was Anatonia. She was very beautiful with long wavy chestnut hair that went to her knees, sparkling emerald green eyes with full black lush eyelashes that tipped off her full syrupy brown lips, and a warm tanned skin. Her mother, Queen Amera had jade black hair that reached just about her shoulder blades, warm honey brown hazel eyes with dark full lashes, with pale white skin, and light pink lips. Her father, King Albus, looked much more like his daughter. The same hair and eyes except with redder lips.

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr