The Princess Back From Hell Novels & Stories

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

She was happy her sons are growing up so fast. "Mother?", She heard and turned her head to see Princess Leah at the door in her night gown. "What is it, baby? Come." Princess Leah walked to her Mother still rubbing her eyes. Her mother pulled her close and sat her on her laps. "What's wrong, princess?" "I had a scary nightmare." "What was the nightmare about?" "I was drowning deep in the water and was scared but a lady pulled me out and saved me." "It's okay, darling. Don't be scared. You are safe. Come, let's get you back to bed."

“Hell, the entire Dark Moon Pack isn’t worthy of someone as kind and as intelligent as our Princess!” People started pointing a finger at Kylian and blaming him for all the unjust things I had suffered under his care. After listening to the crowd for a while, he slowly looked at me in disbelief. “Y-you… You are the princess?” I didn’t reply to him. “I didn’t know…I… Della, please listen to me. That video… It’s…” Pushing him again, I looked in his eyes, and uttered with determination. “I, Della Cambell, Princess of the kingdom, hereby officially…”

I growl. I can’t deal with it, I’m almost falling into the trap of believing those words… “You’re wrong again. I wish you could see that,” she whispers, stepping closer to me and I step back. “I’m not fucking wrong, wake up from your delusion, Princesa, because this world is a place you will never survive in with that outlook...” I turn my back on her just as she reaches for me, brushing her hand off me I clench my fist. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

The cool night air rushed through my fur, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of my transformation. Looking back at the silent, imposing silhouette of the palace, a wave of despair washed over me. Papa. Mama. What would they think? What would they do? But the primal urge to run, to escape the confines of my former life, was stronger than my fear and my guilt. I kept running, deeper into the gardens, towards the shadowy trees at the edge of the palace grounds. The resonant hum within me seemed to guide my way, a strange and terrifying compass pointing towards an unknown destiny. The princess was gone. Now, only the beast remained, fleeing into the night.

He looked the devil in the eye with no hint of fear in his voice. "To kill, steal and …" Lucifer reminded but could not finish his statement. "To destroy" Luciel completed. "Good" Lucifer said before walking back to his throne with his hands crossed behind his back. "I have to go now, Father" He bowed and was about to leave when a familiar voice stopped him. "Luciel, when are you coming back to stay for good" A female voice said in the background which belonged to his mother, Ariel. "I will come back as soon as my work is done, Mother" He said with a little spark in his eyes which was replaced with blankness immediately.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

She stood up at once, the plan is Clair, she must have left her hand clean, so that she can activate the shadow fighters. THE COMPETITION She had told many tales that had got people entertained, and people screamed in excitement to her marvelous tales, but there were many more, who were without expression, they just stood watching, Iran foriti was worried she could not get these men excited, and noticed the shadow fighters were many in number, if she could succeeded by carrying them along, it will be of advantage to her when it was time for voting, she looked up to them, and said, " gentlemen clap your hand", the men from that minutes began to clap, Antinuke and all the generals appeared dre