Yashahime: Princess Half-demon Novels & Stories

One faction is to serve the Palace as general servants while the other factions are to serve members of the Imperial Family. Blue is the colour scheme for the servants belonging to the faction of the Frost Palace, in short these servants directly serve the Third Prince Jin Huan. As for the others, the general servants are clad colours of dark maroon. As for the Emperor, the faction of servants appointed are naturally larger, they are clad in black. The faction which serves the emperor, the colour black truly makes them look more imposing. These people their positions may be that of a servant but their worth is comparable to those revered generals or martial arts masters.

Zayla said quietly, her hands tightening at her sides. Edan said nothing, waiting, patient. Zayla’s chest rose sharply. She pushed back her chair and stood. Her voice was hard now. “Fine. I’ll go.” She started toward the door. Lyra was already on her feet, silently following. “You don’t need to follow me,” Zayla said over her shoulder. ************************** Above the palace, a dark mist twisted in the sky, eyes—or whatever it had—fixated below. Asher… I’ve heard of him… it hissed. I’m being drawn… what memories does he hide? Half human… half demon… isn’t that perfect? Consuming his soul will give me all the power I crave… ha… ha… ha… ha…

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! I’m borrowing her body for the meantime. You see, Zhemier is not his self. That means we can’t force ourselves in and we need a host.” Mizuko jerked her face towards Kenshi, in her eyes was a burning flame. “What did you do to Roya?” “Woah!” Kenshi raised his hands, a lopsided smirk on his face. “I didn’t do anything to her. She was already like that when I woke up and she’s no Roya, she’s Hikari.” “Hikari?” “Yes, dear. Your mother was my previous master until she decided to give me to Zhemier, a demon prince who compared me to the ugly dark crystal Yami.”

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

“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.

I grinned slightly and shrugged telling him I wasn't quite sure what I was feeling since I was two halves of a whole. "My angel half adores her and my demon has feelings. I simply desire more than Grace can give me. I guess that's what it is," I mumbled softly, perplexed over the emotional turmoil I was experiencing. I was surprised by how easy it was to tell him. Chaska grinned and said that he'd figure out something. I told him thanks as I finished Grace's oatmeal. "Um, Chaska, why are you here if you're one of Drorzon's lower demons," I asked him and heard him laugh.

Fullus smiled, chief Fryos gently rubbed the shoulders of the empress Grilly's son. "If I were to talk about all the powers of each half -devil member, our meeting would not end." Fullus smiled for a moment, he returned serious. "Each half of the demon members has different powers and has very few limits." Fullus looked right at every face of the chief and the empress. "But the demons possessed by Prince Drieshan Keishii have no limit." Just listen to the words coming out of Fullus, all the chiefs whispered. "Yes. Prince Keishii doesn't have half a demon like us, but is completely a demon in himself and may have different powers or powers like us." Fullus was silent for a moment.

It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married. They felt there’s no need to rush since all obstacles had been destroyed. “Are you alright,mi lady?” A maiden asked, looking lovingly at lady Alisha. “Yeah….why is everyone treating me like an egg,am just pregnant not handicapped” she whined before standing up and walking slowly to the door. Just then, Ashton ran in, panting heavily as everyone looked down at him. He’s so agile for a two year old boy but nevertheless that’s why he’s the prince of Zikia.

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.

The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented. In the unseen realms, the Alpha Demon King, a formidable hybrid of wolf and demon, observed the unnamed princess from the shadows. His heart, encased in the icy armor of ancient grievances, recognized the unique aura that surrounded her. The curse that lingered within her soul mirrored the torment of his own existence, creating an unspoken kinship that transcended the boundaries of their disparate worlds.