The Princess Back From Hell Novels & Stories

The commoners who is hiding in their house, slaves and slums dwellers who hid in the hidden part of the city, fear of their fates and lives, all looked up at the same time, as if they were hearing the voice of a Goddess that echoes everywhere. “ [Greetings…My fellow countrymen…My people..my subjects…My land…and My beloved..Hallerus….I am..Helen Hallerus…The 7th Princess of Hallerus Kingdom…Everyone…Heed my words…For I come..to Brought the Swords of Justice and the Wind of Change…] ”. (Princess Helen Hallerus) “Princess Helen?…isn’t she dead already?..”. (Konnor) “Shut up Konnor!..Shh!..”. (Old Lenny)

Her nails digging into the skin of my face, and a warm trickle of blood streaking down from where her claws dug in, cutting me. “You WILL quit, leave, go back to wherever it is your hillbilly, Podunk, whore of an ass came from,” Princess Helena yelled at the top of her lungs. “You will either do as I say and stay away from my Prince, or I promise I will banish you from the kingdom!” “Princess Helena!” I heard Marcus’s voice whoop out from behind her. Her eyes widening, she quickly let me go, her grip so hard on me the release of it nearly sent me toppling to the floor.

(- - -) 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.

Damian's heart raced even faster, fueled by a mixture of fear and adrenaline, as he leaped after her to save her from the depths of despair. As they emerged from the water, gasping for air, the princess's tears mixed with the river's moisture on her cheeks. Her voice trembled with raw emotion as she turned to Damian and sobbed, "Why, Damian? How could you do this to me? How could you?" Damian's chest tightened with guilt as he witnessed her pain. His voice quivered as he choked back his own emotions, "I'm sorry, princess. I truly am. I never anticipated feeling like this after seeking revenge. I'm not a villain, but the hurt you caused led me down a path I couldn't avoid. You wounded me in a

L’oana, on the other hand, was vocally clear with her opinion. “What the hell did you do, you fool? No… don’t answer that. One look at little Miss Princess and I can clearly see what you did. Are you out of your mind? Have you no sense at all?” she hissed as she stomped back and forth. “I have half a mind to abandon you right here and let you fend for yourselves. You obviously don’t give a fig about anyone or anything.”

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.

It was a full moon tonight. "You know they wouldn't dare to defy me. No one is stupid enough to start a war with the Devil himself." His frown soon turned into a curious look. "Then, what happened over there?" "They fulfilled their promise. The problem is the princess," I replied. "What about the princess?" "She's a sore sight," I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "One that is unfit to be called a princess, much less my Luna." Soren stared at me like he was looking for a hint that I was joking. We stood in silence for a few seconds as he assessed me.

She rolled all over the floor, tears pouring from her crocodile eyes as she clutched her broken arm with the other hand. I picked myself up and went to get Christian from his crib before going to get security. As soon as I opened the door two men were rushing to my bedroom. "Your Highness, we heard screaming." "Princess Naomi tried to attack me." "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" "I'm fine. She's inside the bedroom." They rushed in and their eyes popped with surprise when they saw the state I'd left her in. Regardless of her pain, they handled her out of the room and out of the palace.

No torches needed. At the center stood a single woman, their scrutiny fixed upon her. Ebony hair fell in a curtain around her heart-shaped face, brushing the tips of her ocean-blue eyes. Elysia lifted her shoulders, jaw tight, and stared at the rough stone beneath her feet, each heartbeat a quiet acceptance of what was coming. Sabel waved her hand dismissively. "Seriously?" she scoffed. "You expect me to see our beloved sister—", her voice rose in disbelief, "—as a villain?"

My body was already heavily injured, yet he showed no intention of letting go. I forced a weak smile. "So, my savior… what do you want from this broken body of mine? Did you bring me back just to torment me?" "What if that's exactly what I intend to do?" I paled, unable to maintain my smile any longer. This man, hot-tempered in his youth, still had not changed after all these years. "Your Majesty, please let me go." "You're aware that I am the king, yet you still refuse to obey me. What's so great about the world outside that makes you so desperate to escape? Life away from me doesn't seem to have been easy for you."