Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

I half expected a red-hot lava flowing like a stream in between dreadful demons with horns, thick blood dripping from their long sharp teeth, hands that are fresh from eating some kind of flesh are opened outstretched for my grand entrance. Of course, I did not think that I would still be a princess if I die and go to hell. The truth, I did not really believe that I would be going either in heaven filled with angelic hymn nor hell of seemingly endless abyss possessing a never ending fire where I am soon be tormented. Because after all, I am not the type to believe in such whatsoever I haven't seen.

She has done more running than she could ever remember doing in the whole of her existence, perhaps it was time to stop running from the inevitable and finally give up. “ hello princess “ she looked up to meet the river blue eyes of the high duke , he was here , death was finally here. “ high duke ” she acknowledged, maintaining her regal posture, even though she was a fallen and ridiculed princess she was still a princess no doubt. The high duke smiled.

He pulls me closer and kisses the back of my hand. “This is Princess Lyra Sokolova and yes she is a vampire. Lyra has actually been fighting for this pack even before being formally introduced and I would appreciate it if you all have respect for her and her people. You will all have time for meeting each and everyone of them later but for now I’ll to the more pressing matters”

I start for him but stop in my tracks when his lips part and he releases a sharp breath. His eyes flutter open and the green in them is gone. In its place, obsidian sits, peering at everything and nothing in particular. He cranes his neck in my direction with a grace that is nothing like Rune's. Those black cold eyes land on me and his lips tilt upwards in a deadly smile. "Why, hello princess," the Hekate says. '

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

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.

said the demon princess, releasing black flames similar to those of the demon general. "Is that possible? How can that be?" The demon general was shocked when he saw the shape of the demon princess's hellfire. Not only him, but the elders who accompanied the demon princess were also just as shocked. "The princess truly controls hellfire! Amazing! This is incredible, hahahahaha!"

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

Deep, rich and velvety, his tone was like the gentle caress of the Summer breeze. Every word that dripped with honeyed warmth had an under layer of poison that was vividly deadly to anyone who cared to pay attention. Everything else that he said, faded as my attention zeroed in on his eyes. I could have sworn I saw a flash of red in them but they happened so quickly, I might as well have imagined it. On several occasions, he glanced at me with a knowing looking in his eyes. Fortunately for him, everyone including the Principal was too lost in his beauty to notice.