Princess Of The Underworld Novels & Stories

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.

“Father, you can’t do that? The king should not punish me on behalf of a lowly vampire, especially since I’m a princess.” Things became increasingly awkward, and I took several steps back, behind Sebastian. I wanted to disappear. “A princess should have good character and care for her kin, not treat them carelessly. This lowly vampire, as you put it, might very well be the missing princess, my daughter Sophia.” Laura’s jaw hung loose as mine did as well. “Please, take Laura to her room. I have more important matters to attend to than her outbursts.” Laura screamed, “She is no princess.”

It depended on her whether she was still alive or not, but even if the sea princess died, no one would know how she died, which made her very confident that no one was as skilled as her in killing secretly. "My victory was indeed unfair, but so what? A victory is still a victory!" he said with a cold smile. No one here would dare to fight him, even if it was a real emperor. Because what was behind him was truly impossible for people from the underworld to fight against. That was why he, who was accustomed to being arrogant in the upper world, became even more arrogant in the underworld. He didn't even care about the lives of humans in the underworld. As long as he got what he wanted, why sho

Well, mostly him, since I couldn’t exactly go anywhere else. So with a heavy sigh, I lowered my gaze on the rough metal currently binding my poor reddened wrists together, defeatedly waiting for whatever was about to happen when a thunderous masculine voice suddenly boomed throughout the entire arena, instantly drawing my attention. “Princess of the Underworld, Daughter of the Moon,”

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

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.

“You are the new Goddess of the Underworld. And your name is Micteca. Mictlan proclaiming you as his beloved and you putting on that outfit, you were officially part of the Underworld as his new wife.” “This can’t be. I am only wearing this to be there for him. Not to be the new Goddess. I have to return to the Earth to protect my daughter.” “It is what it is, my Lady. You are our Queen, and you will be needed here to be at his side. Especially now, that he needs you the most against those two monsters that are there with him. You better hurry, they are about to kill him.”

My mouth drops as my brain registers Omar's Fiancée figure approaching the sink. "Princess Asta is a pleasure to meet you. Omar speaks highly of you." I greet her in a friendly way. "Omar? Is King Drakon Omar Brantley for you! And don't dare to address me, filthy peasant. Know your place." She scuffs, motioning her hands before the water sensor. I was speechless. This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

She opened her palm and presented Bellamy with a bracelet; a vial of blood sat in the middle of the chain. “I, Princess Alexandria, Daughter of Lucifer, Heir to the throne of the Underworld, swear by my blood that, no harm will come to Elizabeth Delvaux by my hand. I swear that I shall do all in my power to protect her whilst she is in my care. If I default on my word, by your hand, my soul will be imprisoned within this vial for as long a sentence as you deem worthy.” Heat radiated from the chain as she wrapped it around Bellamy’s wrist and clasped it shut.