Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

when he see’s what I’m holding. “Start talking, before I stick this up your ass!” I growl. “The King’s daughter is here, and he wants her back.” The man shouts out. Okay now I really am confused. “What are you talking about? He doesn’t have a daughter, and if he did I’d know she was here!” I state as I take the screwdriver and jam it in his arm. He lets out a feral scream. “His daughter was taken years ago by one of you fucks! Since then we’ve been searching for her, and a couple days ago we finally found her in your kingdom!” He yells out as the blood drips from his wound. “That can’t be we haven’t had anyone enter or leave the kingdom. We’ve kept security tight. No one takes a fucking shi

It was a mask she wore to lure people into thinking she was weak and powerless. Hellen was neither of those things. She was a woman you never turned your back on because a blade would find a home in it. She was plain in her looks until she smiled. She could lure a lion to its death with that smile. “It is good to see you returned to the castle in good health.” “Yes,” she picked at a fuzz on her shirt. “You found the lost princess. The King is very pleased. He can’t stop talking about it,” said the Queen, tone void of emotion.

Her nails digging into the skin of my face, and a warm trickle of blood streaking down from where her claws dug in, cutting me. “You WILL quit, leave, go back to wherever it is your hillbilly, Podunk, whore of an ass came from,” Princess Helena yelled at the top of her lungs. “You will either do as I say and stay away from my Prince, or I promise I will banish you from the kingdom!” “Princess Helena!” I heard Marcus’s voice whoop out from behind her. Her eyes widening, she quickly let me go, her grip so hard on me the release of it nearly sent me toppling to the floor.

And the smell of blood permitted through the air, my blood. When everything finally quietened down, I dared to lift my head up, taking everything in, the fallen equipment, the holes in the walls.... And, at the far end of the room, stood a figure, familiar, clothed in red, a clear portrait of a princess from hell. She was from hell! " You!" I snarled, tacking Sabrina behind me as I turned to face the attacker....She had a ghostly smile playing on her lips, and on her right hand, a gun was dangling, silver gun....of all the guna!

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

Then, she made a curse upon it: that, “Every male confessor given birth to must be killed they are useless to the Universe” Initially, that was one of the reasons he was being caved. Furthermore, Luca is under a dark love fantasy spell since his childbirth. He has been suffering from a bear which usually hunt for him annually. The fact that his Immortality hasn't built up the courage to challenge the bear that do put his shadow on a race, drive him to wacko, which makes him scream excruciatingly.

He asked while sitting down watching his visitors closely. Prince Matias and Princess Melissa were also seated. They observed one another. Finally, Prince Matias broke the silence. "I am Prince Matias of Terra Hella and this is my sister, Princess Melissa," he introduced himself. "What are the royals blood of Terra Hella doing here?" Prince Nicholas questioned. The prince looked at his sister and nodded. It was a signal for her to speak. Princess Melissa then spoke, "Our mother sent us here."

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.”

Rurik was jolted awake by the horrific screams of a woman. Frantically he looked around only to see the Princess withering on the sofa with her eyes glazed silver. He at once crawled back. The scene was horrific. She looked possessed. “What the freaking hell is this?” He mumbled. His head was splitting with a headache and the Princess, who was screaming her lungs out, was engulfed in blue flames. The pulsing energy out of her body didn’t make the creepy situation any better.

We entered the grand court, taking our seats in the front and center of the room, our children to our sides. "Now enters Lady Lyssandra MaComb, witch of Faerl, whose charges are as follows: Charge 1: kidnapping the Prince Aranelda Tirisil, concealing his identity, and lying to Their Highnesses causing them to believe he was dead at birth. Charge 2: inappropriate use of concealment magic, impersonating Her Royal Highness, endangering Princess Elentari Tirisil and Duke Scott MaComb, the royal protector of the princess until the date of her 18th birthday. Furthermore, Lady Lyssandra MaComb is charged with knowingly conspiring to kill both the Prince and Princess of Faerl. Lady Lyssandra MaComb,