Devil Princesses Novels & Stories

she thought, her heart pounding. Maxwell’s mind raced. “Delilah is the unborn magic princess her mother spoke of…the one destined to be my mate. The Moon Goddess has truly blessed me.” But he quickly remembered that Delilah could hear his thoughts. Her initial shock turned to anger as the truth sank in. This man, her uncle, was her mother’s killer. The realization ignited a fire within her, and her supernatural powers surged to life.

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.

Her eyes were stunning, reminiscent of an autumn lake, and her radiant smile accompanied her apology for being late. Whether it was her beautiful eyes or her luminous smile, the board of directors, prepared to unleash their anger, suddenly found themselves enchanted and pacified. "No problem at all," they responded, waving their hands dismissively. They were captivated by her beauty, each secretly yearning to have her in their embrace. Many even entertained thoughts of seducing her. Little did they know that she was the Devil Queen. How would their desires change if they discovered her true identity? Would they still wish to engage in their lascivious fantasies?

Devina drawled sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, “we can deliver a little gift to Baekalis. You know, just so she can get a little warning from us.” Devina had a certain dark glint in her eyes, and I couldn't help but admit to myself that I found it…intimidatingly hot. My princess was a very beautiful lady, and there are times when she would let her rage, anger and need for vengeance consume her in a way that should seem scary and downright demonic. But, no. My baby somehow made that look seem as sexy as ever when it was settled on her facial features. “A gift?” Nightshade inquired, his eyebrows shooting up in intrigue. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

Anna thought while stunned. Anna, who is called the Goddess of a thousand mammoths because of her extraordinary strength. Devora, on the other hand, is called the Soul Goddess because of her beauty and ability to remove souls from the bodies of others. By using her black power. She can instantly destroy the soul of anyone she touches or paralyze it, so that her victim's body will be unable to move. She can also move around to different places like a ghost so others call her Ghost princess. They were the two goddesses who had been the left and right hands of one of the powerful kings of their time, and they had been faithful and wonderful when it came to carrying out the orders of superiors.

An alliance with her could protect them from any resurgence of supernatural threats. Compared to humans, the supernatural beings were fewer in number, but if they united, they could be formidable. His wife, Queen Lustia, was exceptionally skilled. As a princess from a fallen kingdom—a realm that had been destroyed by humans due to its mysterious aura—she had the ability to communicate with beasts through her mind’s waves. She was also a descendant of a vampire lineage, a trait inherited by their son, Prince Xavier. They lived by one rule: they could feed on humans but must never kill them. This delicate balance was crucial to maintaining peace.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

That night, she requested parchment and ink. When the guards returned at sunrise, they found her seated by the window, her head tilted slightly as though she were still deep in thought. The goblet beside her was empty. The poison had worked swiftly. Upon her table lay a single note, written in her delicate hand: “You will destroy what I built and call it justice. You will crown yourselves saviors and call it mercy. I was only what the crown required me to be. Remember that when your children curse your names.” She signed it Indira, Queen of Deira, still clinging to the title she’d lost.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

That's when I noticed a little girl, maybe six years old, bounding toward me with the biggest, brightest smile I'd seen all day. "Excuse me, miss," she chirped, almost bouncing on her tiny feet. "You're so beautiful! When I grow up, I wanna be a princess just like you! And wear pretty dresses and look all fancy!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Too much excitement. It grated on my nerves. I stared down at her, and for a split second, I saw myself; once upon a time, dreaming stupid dreams about tiaras and glass slippers. How pathetic. I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Oh, sweetheart," I said, my voice sugar-coated but sharp underneath. "You're being delusional. Life