Devil Princesses Novels & Stories

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

The tale of Vampires unfolds as a dark and contentious chapter in supernatural history, a catalyst for the cataclysmic Great War that swept through the mystical realm, leaving a trail of death and despair in its wake. About 130 million years ago, Crown Princess Octavia of the Mages Kingdom, tormented by the loss of her beloved, resorted to a desperate bargain with the devil. She bartered her very soul, becoming a sinister sorceress beneath the baleful glow of a full moon. With a forbidden incantation, she sought to resurrect her lost love, but the result was a wretched transformation—her once cherished partner was reborn as a ravenous fiend, thirsting for the blood of countless innocent soul

A while later, while Callum got dragged into a loud debate about film budgets near the kitchen, a woman approached me holding a glass of champagne. She looked around my age, dark hair, bright eyes with nervousness in her face. “You’re Hautea Javier,” she said immediately. “Sinclair-Javier,” I corrected automatically. She smiled. “Right, sorry. I’m Piper.” She shook my hand quickly. “I write for The Lens.” That caught my attention immediately, it was an actual arts publication. Not about gossips nor society press. “I know your work,” she continued before I could respond. “The Queens industrial series? I found your site last year and completely fell in love with it.”

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

“Father, you can’t do that? The king should not punish me on behalf of a lowly vampire, especially since I’m a princess.” Things became increasingly awkward, and I took several steps back, behind Sebastian. I wanted to disappear. “A princess should have good character and care for her kin, not treat them carelessly. This lowly vampire, as you put it, might very well be the missing princess, my daughter Sophia.” Laura’s jaw hung loose as mine did as well. “Please, take Laura to her room. I have more important matters to attend to than her outbursts.” Laura screamed, “She is no princess.”

him that Delilah, not me, slaughtered our family. I spat, angry that she could have ruined his mind so severely in order to use him as a weapon. “How could you do that to him? You are even worse than the devil.” This was really devilish. “I wouldn’t say that because I’ve met the devil and he is far worse than you think and closer too.” She laughed. What did she mean by “closer”? She couldn’t mean that the actual devil was nearby, could she? She walked slowly to the bed, her dark red robe falling behind her, saying, “Besides, I came to discuss much more important issues with you, my little niece, so listen.” She didn’t appear to have changed since I last seen her. She must have found the sec

said Regi dryly. The woman's face and tone were flat without any interest. Seeing this, Gerand immediately smiled. Indeed, it turns out that when you go deeper a Regianis is even more interesting. "I don't think you're as innocent as it seems. Right, I was just about to say that. Stay with me princessI'll make you an angel in my house later," said Gerand with a crooked smile. "I'm not a woman who sells hard to get the attention of sir. You are too shallow if you think so," replied Regi, glaring at Gerand.

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