Yashahime: Princess Half-demon Novels & Stories

Kaze raised his hand once more and motioned toward Yume. Yume and the others fell back. They soon realized Kaze was only scaring them. The group went ballistic. The bastard was an asshole. The onlookers were lost for words. Yume was the princess of the Vinlands and the most gorgeous woman in Chrysant. Her suitors were countless. Besides, all of them were powerful figures. Yet, Kaze declared he would insult Yume in their presence. The idiot was cocky beyond redemption.

A sentiment I could completely understand. "Where are you headed in such a rush milady?" Odet asked, holding a black umbrella over my head, as the Coachman pushed away anyone in our path, whilst we walked on the streets. I could see with my own two eyes, that everyone had their gaze on me while we crossed the street. They must believe that some devil has possessed me into breaking up my engagement. Little did they know just how handsome and persuasive that devil turned out to be. "I have to search for somebody you see, he's my benefactor and I have to take him up on his word." I tried to explain, barely making any sense whatsoever.

] Dorian added. [Bring them here.] I ordered them. Dorian’s eyes blazed red before he disappeared together with the demon guard, and it didn’t take long before the door to my throne hall opened again, and King Arturos came in, together with a she-demon that I wouldn’t deny sparked interest in me. Princess Nyneve was a thing of beauty. Her hair was flamed red and orange, ending up to her ass. She’s wearing a sheer silver gown that gave me a glimpse of her naked body underneath.

“ I was beginning to doubt Aristomache's visions. You are quite smart but slow. I am Moona, your goddess and your mother. " A tall lady with caramel skin that looked exactly like Bellamy said with a smile on her face. She had silver shinning hair and a cute pout on her face. She had Sapphire blue eyes and her body scented like nature. She wore a long shining white garment and her hair was decorated with flowers. She also had this powerful aura around her.

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

Chapter Hundred-Fifteen Awake Asher In an instant, the cremator was pushed open, and as I rushed to her unconscious body, sweat beads formed on her forehead and all over her body for being suffocated for so long. "Prince Asher, what are you doing? That girl right there is a demon.. Grey spat, as my features tightened.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

Selenian said. - What's more, for the first time, we have the queen of demons and representatives of the demon summit. - Selenian said, presenting the demonic woman with purple skin, pink hair between the sides like pink flames, between her pointed and twisted horns above her head, in an S shape, which meet. In which she called herself Jasmine, her breasts full on her sculptural and muscular body with lines and pink flames all over her body, she had claws and nails, wearing only a bra and panties, a high heel shoe, at her side.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

It was awkward, yet I wanted to watch her dream. In the moonlight streaming in from the balcony, I caught a glimmer of something around Sarah’s neck. Passing the time, he lifted the chain and peered at the pendant. There was a name engraved in ancient lettering that I couldn’t read. It had a birthday on it, and the date belonged to the missing princesses. I had begun to have my suspicions after their talk a few days ago about how she became part of Stormveil’s pack. I leaned back, realizing she reminded me of the Queen. Sarah had the same golden eyes as the queen, brown hair, and a face that resembled King Jorah.