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.”

Another pointed at me and said something about demons. The herald raised his scroll. “By decree of the council, the princess shall stand trial at sunrise.” “Sunrise?” I repeated. “What am I supposed to do until then? Reflect?” The nobles whispered again. “She is arrogant.” “She is mocking the council.” “She is finished.” I ignored them. “There is no evidence,” I said. “None. Not one unbiased witness.” “She attacked the queen,” someone shouted. “She poisoned the king,” someone else cried. “She was seen fleeing the upper hall.”

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."

full moon light, no Lord, I whispered, but it was too late to lament, I screamed as my body changes into a beautiful dangerous white wolf, now I'm possessed, I bumped out of the window into the woods, you could guess what my game is, it's hunting, hunting for the dark shadow I don't know of, taking a race after a prey I can't even get in touch with, this is what happens every year, This is the calamity I faced, No my parents faced ever since I was born in that full moon light of Taurus, and I have been marked as the princess of Taurus. Karl POV My name is Karl Plato, I was born with the evil range of Leo flame, When I was sixteen, I killed my father after in which he got me mad by molesting

“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

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

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.