Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

Elysia Deep in the belly of Mount Everstrike, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind encircled the cavern’s hollow heart. Tension vibrated between them, each glance weighing betrayal against disbelief. Pure power surged through the veins of the Primordial Sovereigns coiling around every breath, and pressing outward until every otherworldly trait blazed beyond measure. What lesser witches only hinted at erupted in them. Their eyes lit the darkness. No torches needed.

It’s like runes, only they are glowing around his hand and arm in a golden colour. ‘I have no idea what it is either.’ He replies to my unanswered question. I’m about to answer him when someone rises from their seat and clears their throat. “Before the king accepts his chosen, I fear that a grave mistake has been made… The Lycan Princess is the niece of the Deimos Prince… an enemy of Helios. Are you certain by taking someone who is a descendant of the Deimos line that you will not make our God turn away from us?” she asks quietly, raising an eyebrow as she looks around the hall.

If we want to have some peace finally returned to our lands, your safety is the most important thing to the world of supernatural creatures as you and I. Now all I could do was stare at her in confusion. Did she mistake me for someone? But she did address me as the ruthless princess. Were there more princesses around the world? “I am sorry madam, but you have the wrong person. I have no idea what you are talking about, and I am sure I can not help you.” That smile on her face still did not waver! What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Either she is crazy, or she is crazy evil, one way or another she is crazy, “I am sure I have the right person standing in front of me. After all there is onl

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to the wolves. “Help? Do you think my nieces would have called me, if I needed help bringing down those two little animals? My name is Lady Hel, I am the Queen of Niflhel, queen of Hell.” Lady Hel said, as she looked at the shocked faces of all the wolves. “Wait, we were taught that Satan aka the devil is the ruler of hell?” Lucky asked confused. Lady Hel laughed. “I am a where of what you humans call the ruler of Hell. Nifhel is divided into different sectors. Satan as you call it, reigns over one sector. Most of you humans end up in his sector, which is why you don't know of any other parts of Nifhel. I created all the sectors of Nifhel.” Lady Hel

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

He will earn his woman’s love and trust. Tabitha grunted at the wave of the peach blossom petals that shooting out from Ruby’s range. The spiritual power seemed to be overwhelming and started getting bigger and bigger. The peach blossom petals were raging out of control. “Fairy Princess don’t show your true form!” shouted Tabitha. Eric looked at her in surprise. “True form?” asked Eric. What true form? What other forms does she have? “Fairy Princess wake up! Wake up! You can’t show your form!” shouted Tabitha.

“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:

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

asked the demon princess, smiling coldly at the demon general. "But... it's impossible! Even though many have been searching for the fire of Hell, all have failed! How did it fall into your hands?" asked the demon general with an incredulous look. The demon princess said nothing. She raised her hand, and the hellfire transformed into a sword of fire so hot it was unbearable for the demon general.