Witchy Princesses Novels & Stories

PRINCESS ZILLAH liked flowers and trees that bear fruits. But she particularly loved butterflies. Her headdresses are all made by living butterflies. She is known as the Butterfly Princess as she can control these insects perfectly. Ciaran saw a woman spreading her arms in a beautiful dress, surrounded by beautiful butterflies. Some of them even perched at her head, hair, and arms.

Nobles pressed close, their questions and compliments sticky as honey. “Princess, the envoys must be charmed by your grace.” “Elara, will you not dance tonight? The hall begs for it.” “You sit beside Kieran so well—you already seem matched.” Each word felt like a chain tightening around her throat. She smiled, nodded, let the words slip past her lips like a mask—but inside, her wolf snarled. When she finally stole a moment of silence, Serenya appeared at her side. “Elara.” The girl’s smile was soft, her gown gleaming pale green, delicate as springtime. “You look radiant tonight.”

Now that was truly low, even for her. “It’s a possibility,” Kai said. “We’ve seen it before. Mabel used a witch’s potion to mask her scent and escape. Witches have spells for nearly everything—poison, misfortune, even death. If Layla aligned herself with one, it wouldn’t be hard to arrange.” The idea of witches meddling in my life made my stomach churn. They were dangerous, unpredictable, and notoriously difficult to track. If Layla had enlisted one’s help, proving it would be nearly impossible.

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Then she sighs, places me in the crib, stretches her hands in my direction and I see how a white light comes out of them, just like what happens in mine. She says, “Hecate, goddess of wisdom and magic, I call upon you. Sleep the princess’s wolf, block her magic. For every seal on her soul, a mate will rise. My sacrifice, my magic, will pay.” The light from her hands becomes so intense that I cannot see clearly, forcing me to cover my eyes, as I hear someone say, “payment accepted.” Once it’s all over, I feel a shock. I remove my hand from my eyes and see that my mother is on the ground.

“I don’t understand.” “I’ve had a long look at our records and I’ve asked around. Witches are interesting creatures. They love secrets but they are never willing to share theirs, which is essentially what makes us us, wouldn’t you say? I’m not one to divulge my own secrets either, but I love a good gossip.” “I wouldn’t show off about this but okay. What’s your point?” “My point is that I found out that our darling little Princess is actually descended from a line of powerful witches,” she said, which made my breath catch in my throat for some reason.

Before Eliana can set her gaze on Jasper, several waves of wolves pounce into the courtyard, slaughtering dozens of rebels. Drake has brought werewolves? "Eliana, run," Evyn barks out at her from the ground. She blinks as she glances over at him, processing his words. "Oh, of course." She thinks before picking up her heavy chains and stumbling to the steps. As she takes the first one, Selma screams, lunging at her. The Princess does not have time to even cry out in terror as they both freefall off the platform. Eliana closes her eyes, preparing for the pain, but instead she lands into a strong embrace.

“I am also the true leader of the Blood Moon Coven, more commonly known as the Red Moon Pack.” My eyes widened, and I couldn’t breathe. “Blood… Moon.” Her eyebrows jumped. “Those titles aren’t nearly as important as who I am to you.” I shook my head and stepped back. There had already been so much going on. I just couldn’t take anymore. She smirked, flashing one of her fangs even as her eyes turned a burning, glowing red. “Hedwig was the first princess of the United Vampire Covens. She was my mother making you my little half-sister.” She chuckled. “So glad we could meet in such… exhilarating circumstances.”

It makes rulers weak and obedient to someone else's will. - How dare you! Shali couldn't resist. “Say such things to the blessed lady!” But Deja interrupted her with a gesture. She nodded to the girl. -Continue. She lifted her chin even more, as if it gave her confidence, and her words weight: - They say you're a witch, mistress. This is true? “Of course, witch,” the princess replied evenly. Shali gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. The girls turned pale, shying back, they definitely didn’t expect this, almost horror appeared on their pretty faces. Deya chuckled.