Devil Princesses Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Together, these ten form the volatile inner circle of Drakonios’s court, each certain the crown—and the dragon king’s immortal heart—should ultimately belong to her alone. She went on, her tone calm but sharp. “They’re all princesses. Born of realms with claws, fangs, or old magic. Witches, fae, werewolves, dragons. Each one is more dangerous than the next.” Elianna’s fingers tightened around the fabric. Seraphina’s expression grew more serious. “Avoid them all, if you can. But most of all—Cassandra.” She said the name like a blade drawn in warning. “She’s the Witch Princess of Obsidia. Beautiful, terrifying, and convinced that the crown is hers. And she… doesn't share well.”

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

The Red Moon Queen ordered her demons to attack Goddess and trap her so that, she can't control their powers. "Hold the Goddess into devil cage. Throw her into the demon's trap. She will never let your powers grow. Burn her, so that your life will be immortal". She ordered her followers. Becky looked at the evil forces which start moving towards her and try to attack her. She was suddenly trapped by the wild bush which tangles with her legs and thrown her to the ground. Becky tried to release her foot from the poisonous bush but it was getting tighter against her legs. She immediately took out a knife from her pockets and tried to cut it but the bushes have a devil spell which overshadowed t

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

The white fur wolf put some distance between her and the King's Adviser. "This is our last guest for tonight, Lady Devika of Galveston" Caesar stepped forward the witch and snaked his arm around her feminine waist, putting her close to himself. "Lady Devika, meet my mate, Lady Heleva" She curtsied at the lady before staring back at the lady, the only witch to had been mated with a Lycan. She noticed the way her skirt brought out her seductive curve, the way her brown hair flowed down her shoulder and rested on her forehead, the way her blue eyes seemed to boil through Devika's face, wanting to look intimidating but Devika was anything but scared as she also stared challengingly at her.