Devil Princess Novels & Stories

All eyes were on Jiu You darting uphill. "That's Queen Jiu You!" pointed out someone. "The one they called the little consort of the Devil?!" gasped another. "Indeed. That's her all right." "They say she's incredible; she's Eighth-grade, but she could defeat even Ninth-grade champions." "How could she be not incredible, if she's really the consort of the Devil?" "Indeed. An underage consort with such incredible prowess in battle. The Devil really has strange tastes – in addition to being a pedophile."

“He must've used my image to trick Callista into coming to the forest so he can take her.” I turn away from her at that and take a few steps away from them both. Then I fall to my knees, feeling almost lightheaded from this overload of information. A supernatural being called the Devil had Callista. He happens to be an ancient creature of a race I’d never heard of before that had powers unknown and had kidnapped my mate. Goddess, how am I supposed to find her now?

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

So, she raised the child and named him Daimonas. Daimonas became the Demon Lord, and under him was the Seven Devils who followed his every commands. One of these devils was Trakina. She's a cunning devil that fools humans or other creatures by granting them their wish in exchange for something important from them. One of her recent victims was the maiden's father. The maiden could not let this opportunity go, she needs this human to avenge her father, her people. Even if she have to leave the Sacred Tree of Life. The maiden's decision is final, she already concluded that she will use this human to act her revenge.

"The only way you'll find is straight to hell!" Adrenaline numbs all my feelings, there is no more pain in my feet or body, it magically disappears. There's only Henric and me. (...) Cosmo I watch in awe as Persephone in all her devilish glory, she was a goddess, a queen. My queen. She opens a clean cut on Henric's belly and sticks her hand inside his stomach, the scream and cry reverberates through the walls that keep many stories of all the lives that were lost there.

Varto has entertained my silence for long enough and my he is much aware of the wickedness crossing my mind and much more perturbed. "Buy her the costume, something that I would approve of...." I tapped my fingers on my chin, smirking devilishly as I pictured my princess in a piece so scantily immoral and sinfully seductive. "She would make a very sexy She- Devil don't you think, varto? I can see her as The Mistress of Hell, lusty and irresistible, my liloco has such great potential, I just need to fuck it out of her."

I killed myself by jumping into that deadly river and I can remember it. “Won't you tell me who you are?" I asked after some seconds. “I can see you are so curious to know about me." “Yes I am, and I want to know how I got here because I am supposed to be in heaven by now." I cut in and she smiled. “Well my name is Danika, a beauty goddess. I saved you from taking your life and I brought you here." She states. Beauty goddess? Is this a fairy tale or what? I don't seem to understand her, what does she mean by she saved my life?

She beamed when the uncontaminated zephyr of nature caressed against her white skin, flaunting off the two dimples on both sides of her face. Devika, daughter of the family, Bhaltair, an impoverished family in the village of Galveston, under the kingdom of Arcelia. Devika, a seventeen years old maiden, had the eyes of a green gem, luxuriant and flora, deeper than the forest, Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders, down to her waist but braided into two buns. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft, a ladylike personality. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black, crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly while her skin was just like the snow, pure and white

To save her dying human kingdom from total annihilation, Princess Seraphina is traded as a political bride to the feared Emperor of the Under-Realm, Lord Malakar. Known as the "Devil’s Shadow," Malakar is an ice-cold, ruthless half-demon Lycan king burdened by a dark, ancestral blood-curse. Seraphina expects a lifetime of torment or a swift execution. Instead, she enters a gothic citadel trapped in a web of deadly court politics and ancient secrets. Malakar treats her as a fragile, disposable human weakling, keeping his distance to protect his dark heart. But when a terrifying ancestral madness takes over the King, Seraphina surprises the entire court by using a hidden, dormant light magic t

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.