Hell's Princess Catalaya Novels & Stories

“You are just a special kind of person with the power to dwell amongst the living and the dead.” “Why are we going to Hades? He is the guy who lords over hell right?” Charles nodded. “We are going there because… well you see, Catalina you made a very peculiar wish and your wish has disrupted the balance between earth and Hell.” “Wow,” I reacted, looking at him at the same time. “You are a very special kind of person Catalina. You could end the world if you wanted to.”

After siring 18 princes, the current king, Henry Barton, finally sires me, his first princess. On the day of my birth, Father vacates the entirety of West Tower to be my personal place of residence. Not only that, but he also changes the rules, decreeing that no one is allowed to be alone with me. As a result, I remain mute even after I turn six. Father's new consort, Elizabeth Muller, is showered with love and attention even though she only moved into the castle three months ago. The first time we meet, she takes my hand and says, "You're so well-behaved, Princess Julia. Let me take you to look at the fish." After making sure that we're alone in the garden, she grips my wrist. Her smile

I bent my knees, lowering my head once again. “Prince of Hell!” I heard the little princess scream just when I turned to leave, barely even taking a step. My eyes widened. There was only one person who was known by that name. Slowly and dreadfully, I turned to face her equally shocked parents. “They went to find the prince of hell.” Rastok Nayla

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

The demons are lucky to get a king like that' 'I heard the demon lord's mate looks exactly like our princess Catherina' 'Our princess gave birth to a female child before her death. Can the demon lords mate be our princess and late princess Catherina's missing daughter?' 'She can be our Catherina's daughter' 'Yes, the demon lords mate is our late Princess Catherine's daughter' 'If she is the daughter of our late princess, then she should be the crown princess and the queen of the summer realm. That means the demon lord is our king'

"You are my little goddess! You are the goddess of spell!" In tears, she closed her eyes, and began using her final spell at Krulisa. "I, Catherine Cross, daughter of Hector and Victoria Cross, the goddess of spell, curse you with the spell of death! You will die just like you killed every innocent soul out there. Your own people will betray you. And when a war arises, you will perish once and for all! The moment you lay your hands on the last immortal heart, you will face DEATH!" Krulisa raised her sword again. And finally, pierced it though Catty's chest again.

When she decides it was enough, she uttered, “I’m not gonna ask again.” “Fine!” Sebastián said in defense, distress was still flaring on his face and voice, “Who do you want?” Azrael grinned, she knew she’s getting near to the target. Sebastián definitely have a long list of celestials he encounters ranging from Angels, Demons and Fallens, “Bernael.” she said sharply. Skepticism washed Sebastián’s expression, “The Prince of Hell?”

Hannah smiled and curtsied. “I am Princess Catalina, and this is my sister, Princess Amelia.” There is only one word that could have described Princess Catalina at that precise moment. Ethereal. The pictures that were on the folder didn’t justify her beauty. Because of the black velvet dress she was wearing, her wasp waist was highlighted even more. She had a square-shaped face, and everything on it, from her perfectly pencil-thin drawn eyebrows, velvety eyelashes to her light brown eyes and dainty nose to her pouting lips, was proportionately placed. Her luminous tan skin and golden-brown hair complement each other. The way she smiles at them is so confident that made Hannah feels a little

Now all she had to do was wake up Dakari. Katalea could feel the feline shriek in her very soul. As everyone surged the stairs to the main floor Katalea tore off her clothes and shifted. She took the stairs in two bounds and was racing out of the house towards the sound. The sun had pushed its way through the earlier storm leaving only small puddles for remnants, easily avoided by those who got out first. Katalea’s enormous strides covered copious amounts of ground until she pulled up short. A large shadow passed overhead unlike anything she had ever seen. It let out a screech she had heard before, and her insides liquified. Flying overhead was an enormous black dragon, with a very limp