White Haired Princess Novels & Stories

Her body hidden by his; all that can be seen of her is a shock of carrot-orange hair. ".... Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, and her name was Shelley. And Princess Shelley wasn't like all the other ordinary princesses. All the ordinary princesses had hair that was blond or brown or black...." The little girl pipes up, in a way that says she already knows the answer to her question. "What colour was Princess Shelley's hair?" Al replies. "Princess Shelley's hair was bright red and the ordinary princesses teased her about it. But that was only because they were jealous...."

I am so eager to see to him for I will be looking after him for the period of time until the princess’s soldier’s return home. The crowd is motivated to cheer a little louder and so I placed my fingers in my mouth and began whistling and celebrating along with them. A strong wind blows causing the white rich fabric that hides her majesty from people, to move and reveal the princess. While whistling, my eyes steal this opportunity to look at the princess. And there she was…the most beautiful and most purest creature I had ever laid my eyes on.

Princess Ara stood from her seat and waved at everyone. Princess Ara was a delicate beauty, and her hair was braided beautifully above her head with golden decorations that were placed carefully in her hair. Her hanbok had a mixture of gold and white that accentuated her beauty a thousand folds. The Princess’ eyes were not focused on the crowd. It was obvious that she had no eyesight when she waved at everyone. No one dared to reveal their scorn in their expressions. It would lead to their deaths if the emperor found out.

replied another who has been just next to the old lady. “Don't worry. I can handle it. I have trained for many years in fighting so I am sure that with the knowledge I have learned I can easily find out and find the one who did it in our town. As the Princess of the palace and of our town Sweet White Haven, I will not allow this to happen in our area!” The Princess even raised her hand in remembrance of the sympathy of their subjects. The people shouted.

Every eye is desperately looking to the Bowl of fire. "Princess of Pearls" the smog face yelled another name, on hearing that, A girly groups started shouting in excitement and hugged their princess she turned into a pearl and flew to the stage. All eyes turned to the 22 years old beautiful rose white princess, she is damn beautiful. She looked sizzling in her pink cloak, she has beautiful black eyes and long black wavy hairs, her tall perfectly curved figure can stunt any man around. everyone finds her fragile to be a participant in this hardcore competition, but no one can't oppose the decision of the Bowl of fire.

Zedekiel, who was beside him, holding his hand, huffed. Prince Ron blinked. “But I’ve never seen an ice fairy before, let alone their queen.” He replied with a pout. Besides, she was really pretty. Her knee-length snow-white hair swayed as she moved, and everything about her was elegant, ethereal… cold, but really beautiful. He wondered if she had wings and if she would show him if he asked.

She is a regal, dignified woman who looks every bit the empress she is. Princess Giuna and Princess Riara have light tan Skin, white hair, and pale blue eyes. They take more after their father appearance, wise, but they have their mother's regal bearing "Ok, time to get you fitted for your wedding dress," says the Empress. I nod as I put my stuff down and stand on a raised platform in the middle of the room, and the seamstress starts taking measurements. The seamstress is a human, so she doesn't have the blood of a god.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”