Hell's Princess Catalaya Novels & Stories

I said a little but too much. I stood by the door , my gaze fixed on the ethereal beauty that was the Lycan Princess. Her long, beautiful wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She reminds me of the passions kids share the last time we went diving in the middle of the night. Annabelle was more than just a princess; she is a Lycan which is rare to come by, the protector of our kind, blessed with extraordinary powers. And yet, she remained unaware of her true potential.

“It’s dangerous and can mess with the balance.” “What? It’s not like I’m jumping through time and space, not that I can do that, just saying.” Ahren pouts, his dark curls and light grey eyes, depicting an innocent angelic look which seems all too suspicious. Delsanra sighs as she looks at me. “Kataleya, are you ready?” I smile, “I’m ready.” I say as Skyla puts Malevolent into her hoodie. “She sure is. She’s returning to her island. Now our queen just needs to tame her king.” She grins as Uncle Liam rubs his palms together.

She said bending low to look at little Laura who already looked scared. “Those innocent eyes. His eyes.” Catalina said. She shook her head to take away the image of Alex, anger replacing it as she wished it had been her own offspring which had the exact color and shade of his eyes. “I’m sure you don’t even know what hell feels like but I’ll be showing you today.” Catalina finished getting up. “Get away from her! Leave her alone you monster.” Ciara voiced out as she tried to untie the rope but failed terribly at it.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

The nausea clawed its way up my throat, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, emptying whatever was in my stomach in a manner which certainly didn’t suit a princess. “Are you alright, Kat?” I heard my brother-in-law ask, concern evident in his voice. I nodded to Luca as I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, fighting the dry heaves which I knew were far from gone. “Of course she is alright, Castello,” Jurgen replied, his chest puffed out as if he had something to do with my composure. “She is Princess Katerina, the only royal woman to ever have joined in a battle.” I blinked hard as my voice found its own free will. “Sorry, what?” I burst out. “I thought it was required that I fight!”

Catherine watched, her heart pounding with relief and sickening guilt. Later, Isla found her hiding in the laundry room. “I’m sorry. I know it was wrong. But it was the only way.” Catherine squeezed her hand, voice trembling. “I…don’t know how to thank you. Or what this means now.” “It’s going to be alright, Cathy.” - - - Far from Eldoria, Drakonhelm’s chamber glowed with candlelight. King Edward stood by the window, Queen Margaret by the fire, and Princess Katarina was pacing the room.

And when Princess Catalina came home, I hugged her tight because I was just so proud of her. “Right after this, you should become an actress as well, Princess Catalina!” I uttered to her as we both hugged and jumped at the same time, “you are so good at it! Anthoine is so dead right now! He has to hire a lot of PR now in order to clear his name but I think he won’t be able to make it with our plans for the next coming days.”

“Oh my, I feel sorry for you.” Helena decided to wait for an hour, until the girl returned to being human. “You see, right? I become a cat when angry. I have been cursed for torturing a cat. Evil witch! Oh yes, my name is Winter.” Torturing a cat. Obviously that was wrong, Helena thought. However, she didn't say it. Instead she asked, “I remember you telling me about how to release Prince Axton while I was staring at you. How can you do that?”

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

Kit heard very little of it, however, as she stood with her face frozen in a half-smile, half-grimace she could not control and thought about the table behind her. “For the goddesses and our realm, I call upon you now, Katrinetta Ronatta, Princess of All the Lands East of the Galacial Mountains and Princess of the Provinces South of the Compazional Sea, to fulfill your duty as the heiress to the throne. Now, let the Proem Ceremony begin.”