Devil Princess Novels & Stories

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

And from the way he looked at me, he felt it too. Later that night I'm on the bus editing photos when my phone rings. Unknown number. I almost don't answer. But something makes me pick up. "Hello?" Heavy breathing on the other end. "Hello?" I say again. "You need to leave." A woman's voice. Distorted. Like she's using a voice changer. "Who is this?" "Someone who knows what Lennon Cross is capable of. Get out while you still can." "Is this Serena?" Silence.

“I will. Oh and one more thing. I know I can't teach you how to do your job. You have your methods and all of that. But just a little advice from someone who has been monitoring the situation for a while.” “Go ahead.” He nudged him on. “If you really want to hit the devil where it hurts the most, go for the girl, Mia. She is his soft spot.” “Mia huh?” “Yes, Mia. Mia Nova. She's the queen of the night at his Pandemonium club.” Pedro's heart skipped a beat. That name, Pandemonium, had raised its ugly head again. His sister had disappeared from the world because of that same Pandemonium. And now the devil had found a replacement.

For so long, the big devil had longed so hard to call his woman the pet name that had been haunting his dreams, and driving him Insane. She was his Pompom, not his Cinderella. Exhaling the cold breeze in, Royalty looked at his woman again. She was as short as a tissue, and round as a ball. The sexy neon lights radiated perfectly on her innocent round face, the big devil sucked in a stunned breath again. How devilishly attractive was this woman? He wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy, but his woman was glowing sexily. Even with the huge rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, Cinderella looked so wickedly attractive tonight, he could literally chew her raw.

Devica, the Luna of the pack, prowled silently through the dense underbrush of the forest. Her heightened senses were on high alert, the scent of her imposter lingering in the air. She had caught wind of the doppelgänger's deceitful intentions and was determined to uncover the truth. Moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting ethereal beams of silver onto the forest floor. Devica's white fur blended seamlessly with the glow, granting her an otherworldly presence. With each step, her paws barely made a sound, her movements becoming an elegant dance with the night.

I snatched the bottle from his hands. “I’m sor-” “Don’t say sorry.” I said in a low hiss. “Leave us.” Marcello groaned. His eyes widened and he stepped back then walked away. “As I was saying…” Marcello trailed off. “We know the little princess is easy to manipulate and surprisingly has not informed her father about the two of you.” I hummed and poured myself a glass of whiskey. “She is a feisty one.” I simply said. And naughty. “It will be easy to play her.” Marcello stated, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

I feel it wash over me and lock me down, seizing my limbs, turning my legs into dead weight beneath me. I clench my teeth hard enough that my jaw aches, and I force myself to turn. “Who the fuck do you think you are, to command me?” She smirks at me as she comes closer, calm and unhurried, like she’s enjoying the fact I can’t move. “Silly me, I didn’t introduce myself.” Her smile widens, almost pleased with itself. “I’m Persephone, princess of the vampire kingdom.” Oh fuck, I’m in shit now.

Hermes was right by her side and Selena whispers something in startling. "El b**o del diablo!"(The devil's kiss.) Then she turns to Hermes and instructs him to kiss them both to break the spell. Hermes hesitates but upon seeing how his mate was suffering, he relented. He bends down and places a soft kiss on her and nothing works. She keeps screaming and writhing in pain. Within minutes, she looses consciousness again. However, now we know that there was some sort of a devil who must have posed as me back there. It's unfortunate but we all seem to be unable to help. Just then, a warrior comes running.

At the command of that same voice, Devon swirls me on my heels and I receive a fright to meet those orbs again. Devon continues to push me against my struggles to get away while that entity keeps smiling so creepily at me. I plead with Devon, breaking into loud cries, but when I look up into his eyes and find them glazed over, I realize he’s under a spell. This alone dissipates the last ounce of fight in me as I fall weak and susceptible. Diana and her mother are with surmounting elation to bring me away from him to present before their goddess. Diana fusses, “She’s been the one we’ve all been preparing for all along. What a shame her family isn’t even aware”.