Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

Org said apologetically. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when L’oana is anything but a bother,” Jack hissed. “Do people still believe hell is a burning furnace?” L’oana chuckled as she rested her chin on Org’s shoulder. “I find that truly amazing. You don’t think that, do you princess?” It was clear by the way she emphasized the word princess that she was resentful of the fact. “You’re not welcome here,” Jack hissed. “You should have told me who she was, Jack,” she said flatly. “Tell me Sergeant, what do you think of Jack as your future king? When he marries the princess that’s what he’ll be.”

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

My vision blurred, the familiar lines of my room warping and distorting as my skull seemed to shift. A scream tore from my throat, a raw, animalistic shriek of pure terror and unbearable pain. It was the sound of my humanity being ripped away, piece by agonizing piece. "Papa! Mama! Please!" But the heavy door remained a solid barrier, the silence beyond it amplifying my utter isolation. No one heard my desperate cries, no one came to witness the diabolical transformation consuming me. In the suffocating darkness, I became something else, something monstrous, the princess I once was dissolving into a creature of nightmare. The change wasn't just physical; it was a chilling descent into someth

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

The hellish fire in his eyes was prepared to burn his enemy to ashes. "What is the meaning of this?!" The Princess's enraged voice filled the room. Those who stayed in the room immediately turned their eyes on her. She looked at the bleeding-out on the floor, Duke Orseolo, the crashed wall, and Aryan and Sariel, who were ready to fight to the death. She ran towards Sariel, panic clearly rising in her eyes. "What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled at him, "This is a royal mansion! You are not the king yet! What gives you the right to turn this place into a slaughterhouse?! Some whore?!"

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

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

"Is this your pack? why are there so many strange and lovely things?" Sebastian noticed my curiosity and bended his lips into a grin. "Welcome to Hell princess."

The Altundral Princess Chapter 20 Bevens point of view. Davin somehow manages to guide us through the gates of Hell; the intense heat already feels as though it's burning your skins as the gates glow. I can see my princess lay on some sort of platform, but I can't reach her, we keep walking and walking but don't seem to get any nearer to her, I turn to Darriel as I ask "What the fuck is going on." He replies, his face grim

I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the "My name is Arianna" I murmured as in a call from another language, a song never sung, and my friends watched me with that vitreous look of how they were when they were hypnotized by my power." I am the Princess of the Storm, recipient of Lilith, daughter of Lucifer, Queen of Hell. And you are somehow destined to be with me. Not here on earth, but down there. And not after their deaths, but, now, as soon as possible.