Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

I am happy but the guilt of hurting this beautiful Innocent angel is eating me day by day. "I promise baby I will do anything JD everything to keep you and mama happy and safe. Dada also promise to get forgiveness from mama even if it takes infinity." Promising this to my princess I kissed her and my woman on there head. At that moment a part of me also thanked god for sending these precious women to me. ******* Hlw beautiful people!! Hope y'all like the chapter. So yeah finally baby is here. Do share your thoughts and do review In His Hell on GoodNovel with your comments and stars.

*ADRIAN** I let go of the fool I was holding and he fell to the floor in pain. I wonder how much strength the Princess put into punching this guy. Well, it's not like I'd want to find out. I turned around to follow the princess back when Arnold said, "You know she's just using you right? I don't know what she promised you, but she's not going to give it to you. Don't trust her." He slowly stood up, holding his stomach. I watched him walk away and disappear into the shadows.

She sneezed. Her eyes still closed, she followed the smells until the ground beneath her felt different. It crunched like wet sand and she felt herself sink into it. “Open your eyes, Ilyria,” said the Princess, her voice the velvet and husky tones of a young woman. Sure enough, when Ilyria opened her eyes, the Princess stood before her, smiling. There was no trace of the ill old woman Ilyria had seen lying prone in her chambers. Or the corpse-like Princess laid out on the cold slab in Izben. Now the Princess wore yellow cloud silks that wove around her lithe body. Her black as obsidian hair her hung down her back, her skin smooth and golden. Her eyes were still milky with the opalescence of

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

(- - -) indicates a flashback ~Nyxie~ I wandered the castle of Hell, adjusting to my new life. Who would have imagined that a half angel would end up being Princess of Hell? It seemed as though just yesterday I was an angel in Astrania's army. 'From serving the Goddess of Heaven to being Princess of Hell. I never would have guessed that I'd be here, alongside the rulers of Hell,' I thought, amused.

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

But it was destined to happen only when I become the ruler to both the paranormal city and hell. Right now, there's a shining silver tiara on my head. I'm the princess of Slateville. I should be wearing a full blue gown. But the gown comes in a blue colour till my knees and the remaining are in orange colour. It represents that I belong to Slateville and hell. If I could learn how to be a Queen of hell, there would be any problem in justice. Justice will be served rightly.

I pushed him away from me and yelled at him without any regard for our shameful situation, but my hatred towards that hateful person blinded my eyes from listening to the voice of reason, "Sophia... Sophia... Sophia... What did she do to you both?! He doesn't see anything but her. And now you threaten me because of her!! I'm Hela, Princess Hela!! Who is this scum to prefer her over me? He clapped sarcastically, laughing loudly as he said, "Excellent, Hela!! You made my eyes tear up, woman!! Your cheap tricks act it with Alexander. As for me, your ridiculous charade won't do you any good and won't change my view of seeing the blackness of your heart in anything."