Princess Vore Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic. Deep beneath the grand halls of the palace, where forgotten whispers clung to the walls like specters, Princess Elara stood before the entrance to the Forbidden Vaults. The eerie glow of enchanted torches flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch toward her like clawed hands. At her side, Vesper Moretti, the Phantom Heir, exuded a quiet intensity, his calculating gaze fixed on the ancient doors. His presence was like a dark promise—unshakable, unreadable, and entirely lethal.

the alpha reminds us. I suppress a groan and fist my hands at my sides. The forest is now going to be crawling with Werewolves trying to track down the princesses. How am I going to keep her hidden?

She shrugged and smiled. "Super hearing too, right?" she said with a forced grin on her face. "I've seen a lot of things through every job I took; this isn't as bad anymore." "For being so talkative, you've not given me anything useful." "Alright," she said, giving him a sigh. "If you are Zoren Bullet, the prince of werewolves, then I am the princess of vampires!" "Vampires exist on this world?" She rolled her eyes and sighed, "No, and that's exactly my point. Now, please give me your ID; I need to put it on the record."

“So… Nysera is the dark-skinned woman I asked about when you returned?” She asked. “Yes, that’s her.” Draekon nodded. Vaelora leaned back slightly, deep in thought. “Who is she, really?” “She’s one of the princesses of Ignarion.” “I see.” Vaelora’s voice was small, thoughtful. Then her brow furrowed. “I saw her in a vision. She was standing naked. In front of you.”

Today made an exception, the sight alone of Melvin with that Werewolf woman was something that drove her almost to insanity, it had been the last thing he expected while going into the wood after him and as such … She heaved heavily as the wagon moved past the trees on either side of it, by then the sun was out in its full glory but her mind was still under the shades of darkness. She was Zaria Selena Ambrose - The Vampire succubus and princess of the Eastern Colony,no one dared treat her that way. Her First plan was to call everything off but when she thought about it again she saw it a easy way out, if she called it off she would be letting him go easily. She wanted him to pay for humilat

Then, he looked at my pale face. The killing intent in his eyes was obvious. He stood up slowly and walked to Cameron, who had gone stiff with terror. In a voice so calm it was terrifying, quiet enough for only the two of them, William said, "Alpha Cameron, the last one who dared hurt our princess had his corpse torn apart and offered to the wolf king." Cameron's entire body trembled. Sweat drenched his shirt in seconds. Only now did he finally realize the truth. The gentle, obedient she-wolf had always had the full strength of the Werewolf Kingdom behind her.

Liane left the children with their nanny and quickly went inside the castle to catch up with the seven knights to find them entering the hall of the royal throne to enter behind them and keep watching them from afar to find them greeting the king and the princes in the castle warmly welcoming them to approach them slowly warned Maximus, pointing at her and smiling: Leanne, come closer, come, come, come closer, so that I may introduce you to them All eyes turn to Leanne, who is approaching and standing next to Maximus Maximus smiling: Leanne, these are the remaining princes from the forty princes. They are the last seven princes, and they were on an expedition a year ago. Samuel the second we

Commanding without force. Kiana. The name settles deeper this time. I repeat it silently. Once. Then again. Kiana. So this is who she is. Not just a girl moving through ashes. Not just a quiet force among the broken. Something more. Something that demands recognition, whether I want it or not. I lean back into the shadows, expression unreadable, thoughts sharp once more. The moment whatever it was shatters completely. Clarity returns. Cold. Precise. Controlled. Princess. Of Ethra.

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?"

This scandal was unbelievable yet authentic. .... Once upon a time, there was a Lost Princess whose existence no one was aware of. . . An abandoned twelve years old girl no one cared about that had now turned into an assassin known for never missing her target and controlling an army of deadly, undestroyable breed of creatures even Immortals should fear. To pay an old debt Esmeray agreed to kidnap the King of Vampires. What will happen when the selfish, cruel, demanding and extremely unreasonable assassin Esmeray will meet the arrogant, self-centered witch-hating Vampire King Vladimir?