Witchy Princesses Mga Nobela at Kwento

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.

Myla-Rose Halls POV 'Bitch...! Get up...don't tell me you're a weakling now huh! Where is the all-powerful Alpha female of two years ago huh? Where is that arrogant and prideful slut of the silver moon pack?’ Hailey spat kicking me in the abdomen before ordering her friends to pour more wolf bane into my bleeding abdomen thereby preventing it from healing. I watched horrified as two blond girls walked toward me with the wolf’s bane in a small container. They poured it into my abdomen making me scream in agony while my wolf tried to force me to shift.

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“Well, a trash could still become a treasure.” “You’re not helping!” Austin continued walking off. “Please, your highness. Wait!” “What!” exclaimed Austin, stopping abruptly. Grump bumped into his shoulder with a thump. "Ouch. Could you not stop like that," groaned Grump. He was rubbing his nose from the painful encounter with Austin's rock hard body. "Tell me, before I start walking again." “You say you wanted to have a grey wolf in your pack, right?” “And?” “Which the cursed princess is a Grey wolf.”

With Jack close at my side, I called Drake up to stand next to me and addressed the room firmly with my words. “For the sake of clarity I wish to inform all of you that this man, Prince Mandrake, is not only Prince of Kurr, but he is my step brother who I look upon as a blood brother.” The room went abuzz with whispers and speculation. I waited until they quieted down again to continue. “As you know, I am Princess of Kurr by birthright. I was brought to earth when I was very young to preserve my life after King Orvis killed my parents and seized the throne. Who is King Orvis? Well, just think of the black king and you’ll have an idea of who King Orvis is.” I took Drake’s hand. “For the l

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Watching Jessica walk away from me, her hips swaying side to side, I groan and palm the bulge in my pants, my cock already hard and wanting to be free from the jeans I wore. I never would have thought that having her snuggled against me would turn me on so badly, yet I was struggling to not do anything more to my Princess other than play with her hair and rub her back. She just went through hell today and needs her Uncle Hunter, not a man ready to bend her over and worship her like the Queen she is.

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.

The witches' race has five princesses, and each one has a jewel, namely: •The Pink Star, the jewel of invisibility. •The Blue Belle, the illusion jewel and speed. •The Moussaieff, the jewel of the portals. •The Hope Spinel, the jewel of transformation. •And the Rockefeller, the jewel of sounds. Unlike wolves and vampires, the witch race does not live for that long and has no keen physique and senses. A witch's life is for an average of three hundred years only. "What's a princess doing here, in a wolf's territory?" Kratos questions, standing in front of the female figure.

Together, these ten form the volatile inner circle of Drakonios’s court, each certain the crown—and the dragon king’s immortal heart—should ultimately belong to her alone. She went on, her tone calm but sharp. “They’re all princesses. Born of realms with claws, fangs, or old magic. Witches, fae, werewolves, dragons. Each one is more dangerous than the next.” Elianna’s fingers tightened around the fabric. Seraphina’s expression grew more serious. “Avoid them all, if you can. But most of all—Cassandra.” She said the name like a blade drawn in warning. “She’s the Witch Princess of Obsidia. Beautiful, terrifying, and convinced that the crown is hers. And she… doesn't share well.”