White Haired Princess Novels & Stories

Christopher broke out in a nervous sweat. Most of those present did not know the princess and were undoubtedly speechless. All her attention was on her, she was really beautiful. And even the prince silenced her mind at that time. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, although somewhat revealing on her legs, her long black hair was loose and a little tulle covered her face. The prince began to get restless, his father the king was signaling him to behave. He was very worried about not having the rings in his possession.

I spun around to take a look at the intruder, he was dressed in an all-black tux with his black hair covering his forehead, he was about six feet seven and had this aura that caused a shiver to run down your spine. His mask looked simple to look at but if one looked closely one would find out that it wasn’t just a simple mask. It gave off that enchanted vibe. I squinted at the fact that the stranger was no ordinary man, still, I don't care. I smiled politely at him before declining the offer. I was here for more important things and dancing with a stranger wasn’t part of it. The guy leaned in and I could feel his breath on my ears, I was about to turn around and protest when his words caught

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Winter has turned into spring. Cassie often spends time with her twin daughters. Although now she no longer needed to worry that Lucia would fall into the hands of Ferin and his subordinates. "Her Majesty the Queen." The white-haired woman gasped for breath, even though she had only run five meters. "What happened?" "There is a werewolf with the same aura as princess Lucia." "A werewolf?" The woman nodded.

Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll. When the rumbling of the earth stops, I stand, looking down, still unable to believe what I’m seeing. Dominic, Tialha, Buppig and Hyacinth come to stand beside me. Only through her triumph Against the darkness to come Can their species Be born again Buppig says and the creepy, magical feeling ripples over me again. Buppig looks up at me. “I think you just fulfilled the first prophecy, Princess.”

“Isn’t that like what King Orvis did with my parents?” “It’s nothing like it,” Sergeant Org hissed with disgust. “Orvis seized the throne and killed your parents for power. Jack expressed his disapproval of the king’s condoning of the slaughter of innocent humans by his vampire kingdom and he rose up against him to stop the madness. He didn’t kill the king. In fact, the king still reigns a small region as the Black King. They call Jack the White King because of his goodness.” “I see….” I mused.

"You hid her from me. You protected her. You made a fool of me." "I protected my daughter." Liora stepped out from behind the queen. She walked toward my mother, her golden hair swinging, her eyes bright with triumph. She stopped in front of her and reached up. My mother did not move. Liora untied the satin scarf wrapped around my mother's head. It fell away, revealing white hair. Bright. Beautiful. Glowing faintly in the afternoon light. The crowd gasped. The queen's face went white. "A White Witch," the queen whispered. "In my own realm. At my own court. For years."

I slipped my arms around his neck, grateful that someone seemed to be acting like I was injured. “You must be Princess Hedy,” he said. “The family resemblance is very strong.” “I’m not a princess.” “Well, since Princess Hedwig is no longer with us, the title should pass to you, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I understand. You have lived in the werewolf world for quite a long time. Do you remember much about her?” “No,” I said as he began to walk after the caravan. “That’s a shame. She was a lovely woman, a keeper of an artifact at that.”

Each baseboard of the walls in that room was interrupted by a trail of that mesmerizing blue fire, and there were also the same amount of passages that formed portals of pure blue flame, identical to everything that was in my own throne hall. At the back of the hall, there was a large throne of stalactites and curved forms of frozen water, bowing in an armchair to accommodate his princess. Princess was a euphemism. The woman who rose from the throne when she saw me enter, wearing a long baby blue dress, was a queen. She had the pose of a queen with the supernatural elegance that stood up, making the tail of her dress blush theatrically against the ice of the floor. She had the hair of a quee