From Princess Warrior Downgrade To Alpha Female

Prologue:EDITED

||update date 07-02-13|| - this book has been edited by @lynn_ferns

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PROLOUGE:

Different kinds of beings are supposed to mate with their own kinds, like humans are supposed to mate with humans, mermaids mate with mermen, vampire with vampire and wolf with wolf. Never in history has one kind mated with another. Why? Because it’s disgusting! For example: mermaid and human. Who would want to have sex with a fish? Come on! And humans can’t mate with the supernatural because the female won’t survive the birth giving.

Well at that time I guess the spirits were thinking that mating with the same kind is just too mainstream, but maybe just for that moment, why you might ask? Because I am Princess Katherine Claw and my parents are the Queen and King of course, duh!

Royals of where you might ask? I’ll answer straight forward! Queen Isabella Claw, queen of vampires and King Balthazar Claw, king of werewolves. Yes people, you heard it right- Hybrid Princess over here!

My parents they don’t live together. It’s a divorce thing. Every one hundred years I live with my mother and the next hundred with my father. They’re not really divorced; it’s just that their kind don’t mix well together unlike like my father and mother.

I am the coolest Princess ever. Why? Easy! I’m stronger then my parents combined, I fight with the strength of a 100 men. I can age and stop and then rewind my age, because like I said I’m cool.

I can’t die unlike my father, he stops aging to keep up with me, but he’ll eventually die and so will my mother, she can be killed only by a stake made of the oldest wood; but me? I’m unstoppable. Yes I get injured and all but I can’t be killed or die at least they haven’t found something that can kill me I guess.

And what about my mates? Yep, there’s an‘s’ at the end, I’ve had four mates in my past. Two of them werewolves and the other two were vampires and they were all of the royal guard. What I feel for them is all the same, the butterflies and all. When they die I mourn until my next mate comes.

So I’ve lived for five hundred years as of the next day; and this hundredth year I’ll be spending with my father.

Every time I go live with him, we change locations. For the first four hundred years, I had been in hiding, well not like where no one can find me, but I hide my face, only my mother and father and the royal guards know who I am and they were compelled not to let anyone know how I look like and this time I’m thinking of changing it.

And oh, have i mention? i have a secret, the i am dying to tell.