Seven Princes Of Hell Novels & Stories

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

I demanded an answer from him. "That ban was created by your grandfather but lifted by me. Why make enemies when you can make them your friends? Isn't it right, son?" He winked at me and I knew where this was leading. "Ladies and gentlemen… please… meeting my son, Steafan, the demon Prince and he is our new partner in our plan." He introduced me to the men sitting in the room.

“Follow me…” A voice commanded in a deep voice. The order of the team was strict and very professional, and it was obvious that they weren’t simple. “Our intel, says that both the prince of the Blodinek kingdom is here along with the princess of our kingdom. Our job is to kidnap her. We refuse to allow this alliance to go as expected. The two Kingdoms must never come together,” He said, looking around at each of them with conviction, glad to see that they had just as much as he did.

"This is just a game! A stupid livestream game!" "A game?" Jake scoffed. "That's what all you witches say. Did you think you could kiss a demon and walk away with no consequences? Did you think that power was free?" Emma inspected a silver dagger. "Adrian Blackwood. One of the seven princes of Hell. Any human who comes into deep contact with him is cursed and eventually becomes his thrall." "I'm not a witch!" I yelled. "I'm Adrian's… his…" An idea struck me. A lie that might just work.

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

I moaned as he moved to my neck, still with the feather light touches as he breathed my scent in. “I plan to enjoy telling you as I take my payment.” He grinned against my skin, “I’m a Prince of Hell,” he said, nipping at the tender flesh below my ear. I felt my body responding to him and I repeated Louis and Marcus’ names in my head. “I have many names, I’m a Prince of Demons.” He declared in between gentle nips, his hands moving up to the buttons of my shirt as he exposed more of my flesh for his pleasure. “The Prince of Lechery, of lust. I’m the child of a noble king and a succubus.”

“My brothers.” “Some are. Some are…” She hissed softly. “I’m not allowed to voice my opinions of them.” “I’m not officially the Princess of Absalom. We can still gossip like commoners.” I whispered to her, and she giggled. “There are five princes. Two are married. The three youngest are unmarried.” She began. “The oldest is the nicest.” “And the most cruel?” “The youngest. He is not cruel or ruthless, but he is… a real elite.”

Then— I stopped scrolling, staring at a name. Ice Princes Of Hell. I frowned at it. The fixture was four games away, away match, and next to the team name was a city I didn't recognise. Interesting. I set my laptop on the cushion and pulled my phone out, searching the name. The results came back immediately and there were a lot of them, they had a following, clearly. I clicked the first article and read the first paragraph. Four players stood out, apparently identical even in the way they played, not exactly an old team. Even weirder. I spotted the attachment of a photo and I looked at the photo.

If anything, it's… dread? “Who are they?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “They’re the elite of the elite.” Her voice trembles, genuinely, it trembles. “If you want to have a peaceful life in SMA, you have to be on their good side.” “That’s ridiculous.” Kids can’t own a school. “Who are the golden boys?” “Geoffrey and Jeremiah SilverMoon and they’re trouble,” she blurted fast as if her butt was on fire. “I like you, Barbie, but I mean it when I say, stay away.”

Sua’s hand lingered on her neck, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The skin beneath her fingertips pulsed with a strange, foreign heat. She stared intently at the man sitting before her. This wasn't just any man. This was Prince Rai Yuan, the terrifying "Bloodthirsty Man" of the Shewu Empire.