Romans & histoires Hell's Princess

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

he grinned evilly and I shook my head. "I will rain hell upon you if you harm one hair on his head," I growled angrily, my reaper swirling within me. I was clenching my scythe within my hands and glaring daggers at the prince. He looked amused and snapped his fingers. I blinked my eyes and the two of us were sitting at a table covered with fruits and pastries. The room was white with gold accents. I looked up at Luric in shock. He grinned and sat back in his chair with another cup within his large hand.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

She screamed, screaming hysterically, drowning in a wave of similar memories. "My princess, give me the offspring of the daughter of the sun, give me yourself, and I promise that I will protect you from the rest, as I have done until now, and from them you will give me normal children, who look like you. » He whispered to her, his breath fetid, his body sticky and cold, his dark eyes coming from the depths of Hell, he stretched out his arm touching her cheek, leaving a sticky trail under her, and she shrank, holding her breath, struggling to get rid of him, keeping him away from her, feeling him rush into her privacy. His fists are clenched, wandering and fidgeting, and his mouth is reaching

–Saadi screamed so loudly in the midst of her painful despair that Karila ignored it completely listlessly, and clutching her empty glass she headed for the bedroom door, watching both men fall to their knees, beginning the most agonizing seconds of the mediocre remnant of their lives. They collapsed the second she closed the door behind her and walked perfectly calmly to the elevator. She wouldn't get rid of the cup there, just as she wouldn't get rid of those robes anywhere. She entered the elevator and returned to improve the way the scarf was positioned on her face, covering her identity even more so as not to leave any traces. They were dead. The princess removed one of her assorted dis

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

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.

Shane asked while staring at the lady proudly standing between Greed and Sloth. Azrael nodded as a response. "She looks different. She looks like..." Shane wasn't able to finish his sentence in terror that what he's thinking must be true. "A demon," Azrael finished the sentence for him. "Well, your beloved is the first and only Princess of hell." It sent tingles down Shane's spine as his jaw fell onto the ground. "Wait, beloved?" He asked in confusion as his heart started racing a little faster. "Are you not a couple? It seemed to me that you guys are."

,he added. A knock on the door stopped them from talking. “King Earl!!”the person from outside shouted.Ace opened the door and saw Prinsesa and Princess outside,Prinsesa was wounded. “Prinsesa!”,he said then helped her. “What happened to her?”,Earl asked. “Hell House is gone”,Princess said. “How?”,Earl asked. “Black arrow burned it.Hell House is gone”,Princess answered. “They’re demons”,Ace whispered and his knee almost weakened.