Witchy Princesses Novels & Stories

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

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.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

Odessa glared at Caesar, she didn't know what sort of evidence he had, but he wouldn't win this case. “Your Majesty, no normal shifter is capable of causing the disasters that the Princess created, in fact no shifter can. As for the Princess, she's something different, something evil and dangerous.” Caesar said, his eyes latched onto Odessa as they exchanged deadly stares. “The Princess has scammed us all! Making us believe that she's one of us when she's nothing but a witch!” “A witch!” “How is that possible?” “There's no way!” “She's the Princess of the werewolf realm!”

I’d dealt with mean girls far more intimidating than Wendy. She wasn’t done. She stepped closer, invading my personal space. “Do you even begin to understand what it means to have the Lycan Princess actually interested in you?” She gestured vaguely toward Justine, who was watching this with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “She’s royalty, little wolf. People would sell their firstborn, offer up organs, just to get her to talk to them—let alone... well, whatever it is she sees in you.” Wendy leaned in, her voice dropping to a hiss, though it was loud enough for Justine to hear.

She remained committed to upholding the highest standards of her craft, ensuring that her actions aligned with the values and principles of the kingdom. Her influence extended beyond the confines of the palace, as Lady Victoria began to actively share her knowledge and expertise with aspiring witches within the kingdom. She established a training program that encouraged the responsible use of magic, emphasizing the importance of using their abilities to benefit others and the community at large. Under Lady Victoria's guidance, a new generation of witches emerged, their skills honed not only in the art of magic but also in compassion, empathy, and a deep sense of responsibility. They became g

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

What the hell is wrong with these people? I turned around to look at the person to only find a woman with rainbow hair, looking around in anxiousness, adjusting her mini dress. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair entangled, and she looked bothered about something. Closing the door softly, she leaves hurriedly. And that's when I catch her features. Catherine Richmond .The witch princess. I can recognize her from anywhere. Hell , she was one of the top 5 most powerful women in the world. Who was she so scared of? Strange.

Their five-year-old son fidgets beside them as he glares at the guests, worried for his new sister's safety with so many wolves around. Alphas, Lunas and other high-ranking wolves wait patiently in the crowd as the chanting from the palace Witch rings a gentle melody around the room. Today is the one-month mark of Princess Isabella Nightlock, signaling that the new born werewolf princess is strong enough to survive in this world. As the chanting continues, the Witch sprinkles moon dust over different crystals placed to the side of the princess.

gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time? "The princes are pompous in Caps." She continues, "But they are very beautiful men who are known rizz masters." I turn to her. "What?" "You know... rizz... Smooth talkers." She explains. "Oh, now I understand." From the open door, the interior of Alpha Hall looks like a building from the 70's. Zuri calls it “Noble Hogwarts with less chill,” and I totally agree. We're about to step through the door when we get blocked off by four good-looking boys who look like they are genetically engineered to seduce, ruin, and then casually forget you existed.