The Princess Back From Hell Novels & Stories

Pretty, if you weren’t running for your life. “Hold up,” Geoffrey said, waving his guys into a half-circle, every one of them tense. “Final climb’s a beast, and you lot look half-dead.” Everyone collapsed onto the rocks, sucking wind. Elena sidled over to Geoffrey, voice low. “What the princess did back there… that’s not just empathy, right?” He shook his head, almost whispering a curse. “Nope. She woke up some old bloodline thing. She's hell on wheels for anything evil, Kael’s worst nightmare. Didn’t see that coming.”

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”

Lian whispered, shocked and troubled breaths; Was his eyes red, I swear I saw them change, who is this, but what is this thing, is he human like us or what, oh my God what did I get myself into, his words were entering my heart like bullets I can almost feel her pain really, no no no no I won't stay in this Hell another moment, I'll escape from this hell before something happens to me Princess Lian returned to the kingdom of the winds, swearing to forget everything, as she decided to rebel against her father and not enter any races again, once is enough for her and one loss is enough for her

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."

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉

“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

I grabbed all my fingers in the golden iron and brandished with my mind: My name is Arianna. I am the princess of the storm, daughter of Lucifer, the queen of hell. And I don't allow myself to die. A supernatural instinct made me feel warm in my fingers united, made me feel flames eating my skin, burning me alive, even with all the water around and with the creature below rising to snatch me. It made me feel such a deep and horrible pain that my immediate reaction was to scream. Scream with everything that was in me; pain, mourning, and hatred. I screamed against the waters in a burst, and they couldn't get into my mouth.

she excitedly whispered to herself. Hailec on the other hand, came to the Doneza residence to check on the Princess. He was told that last night was the night that her persona had fully developed. He needed to bring her back to the Narte Fantasia. But her parents refuse to do that. Princess Blare and Prince Ice were so adamant to make their daughter stay in the mundane world. He saw the familiar house from a distance, and also he saw a feminine figure in a bright yellow top. The woman was no other than Sassy Cymric Crux, the princess' mundane friend.

A sharp, brittle laugh suddenly escaped her lips. “You… understand?” she asked, as if she couldn’t believe him, her tone sharp and suddenly condescending as she leaned closer to his face, her expression as bitter and as hateful as the day he found her all those years ago, “My love, if you do understand, then why did you even bothered to ask? Because if you think I felt anything from what I just did, I didn’t–not even fear, not even guilt,” she hissed, her voice growing deeper, hers but not hers. The Princess is a demon.