The Princess Back From Hell Novels & Stories

I bent my knees, lowering my head once again. “Prince of Hell!” I heard the little princess scream just when I turned to leave, barely even taking a step. My eyes widened. There was only one person who was known by that name. Slowly and dreadfully, I turned to face her equally shocked parents. “They went to find the prince of hell.” Rastok Nayla

As I had done with William, I sent my message to Theodore: "I will take revenge and destroy this empire, stone by stone. No matter what. Shock took over his expression. I saw him whisper something to the emperor, who signaled with his hand to proceed with the execution. "People of the empire of Arventia! Today is a sad day. It has come to our attention that the first princess, Camellia Arventia, is a heretic! She claimed to be a faithful believer, but she was deceiving us. The goddess Eonora is happy to see the success of her people, but we need to do justice and punish the heretics. May Eonora bless you all!" The high priest pointed his finger at me and the executioner pulled my hair, forci

we were all in. “She was born a Priestess. A unique being that comes only every millennium. A woman who will have direct contact with our Goddess: intelligent, kind, alluring, and powerful. She will be given three missions. Missions that will change her life...” I paused, “The Princess suffered an accident, and in her dreams, she contacted our Goddess for the first time. She had revelations that would take her away from her family and into her first mission. Failure was not an option; thus, alongside the Prince, they will embark on a journey to find a special medallion to restore the Prince´s nature.” I read and looked at her. I mumbled that word again, “Prince,” and she nodded. Failure was

A bright glow emanates from the baby and a collective gasp fills the hall. "A healer has been born to all the supernatural beings. Behold, a child born of a pure soul. A child born to a woman who suffered the most atrocities of life but remained pure. All the torture, pain, hurt, and abuse could not dampen her love nor cloud her pure heart. She chose forgiveness, over vengeance. She chose love over animosity. No matter how bad the blows were, Summer remained the indestructible princess that she rightly is. All hail our universal queen!" "All hail the Queen!" The End

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

I Inform her as I start to seriously panic. “What is it this time?” she inquired sounding uninterested in the conversation. “The prince of hell wants me to plan a welcome party for 500 guests in less than 7 hours,” I inform. “Who is he welcoming?” she asks almost immediately. “I didn’t care enough to ask, but I think it is Celine,” I answer her. “Celine the Princess of Amazonite?” She asks alarmed “How am I supposed to know that?” I ask her “It can only be the Princess of Amazonite,” she says with conviction.

I look at Hella with all the hate I can reproduce, ''Why are you doing this? Hella smiles at me cruelly, ''Let me tell you a story. There once was a witch queen who deceived the King of Hell and banished him. The daughter of the King of Hell took revenge for her father and wiped out the entire witch race. The King of the Sky Realm got captured and was made a slave, the King of the Sea Realm stood by idle. On her dying breath, the witch queen cursed the King of the Sea and spoke a prophecy. "One will come who was long lost, with powers of the elements she will be stronger than nature itself. One to bring both darkness and light. One with the power to bring peace to the Realms once and for all

(- - -) indicates a flashback ~Nyxie~ I wandered the castle of Hell, adjusting to my new life. Who would have imagined that a half angel would end up being Princess of Hell? It seemed as though just yesterday I was an angel in Astrania's army. 'From serving the Goddess of Heaven to being Princess of Hell. I never would have guessed that I'd be here, alongside the rulers of Hell,' I thought, amused.

Those thoughts alone stirred me up, only the have Creed rub my knuckles with this thumb. “So who is this princess?” I asked no one in particular. Annabelle cleared her throat. “She was a lost princess who recently came back to Bergarian from the Earth realm. She’s a werewolf, and a powerful one at that. Princess Sadie is very compassionate about learning about different cultures and species. I’m sure that is all that it is,” she waved her hand. The uneasiness in her voice continued to shake me as we approached the meadow. “A,…a werewolf?” I spoke to myself. I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything around here was coming straight out of a fairytale book, anyway.

Little did she know getting the monster buried alive wasn't the solution to her problems but in return it was the strike of flare to her agonies. It was absolutely not the end of the monster. He is back, full of vengeance upon her. Was it a curse that she took this birth of princess Veronica? Amara thought disgruntled. How can she, a frightened ordinary soul fulfill the goals of mighty and powerful legend - princess Veronica? ***** Past... Forty seven days after the vampire was buried live the princess began to hear weird sounds from the abandoned mansion which was miles away from the new palace she was residing. Taking a lantern in her hands the princess drove the chariot to the haunted pal