Hell's Princess 소설 & 이야기

Her hands are so cold in mine, trembling like I never though I’d feel from her. I never thought I’d see fear from the princess, not like this. She tries to back away from me but I don’t let go, keeping her there, right in front of me. I need to understand why she’s so scared. “Adelaide, darling. Please, tell me what’s happened.” She gulps up to me her body shaking violently. “I’m not going to hurt you, please tell me,” I soothe, I just need some answers. I need her to calm down, I fear she’s about to make herself sick.

Eren wondered as he sneaked to the source of the voices, with the air becoming too hot even for his own liking, making him worry about the princess’ wellbeing, speeding up, Eren finally made it to the source of the voices which he believed to be the deepest part of the cave, he was surprised to see it was a very large hatch which was a complete opposite to the narrow canal, the hatch was as large as a hall, which made him believe that the location the demons chose was not random at all, it looked natural but the size of the hatch made him believe that it was anything but nature’s creation. Narrowing his eyes, Eren looked at the small stone podium on the middle of the hatch, with the half con

Rurik was jolted awake by the horrific screams of a woman. Frantically he looked around only to see the Princess withering on the sofa with her eyes glazed silver. He at once crawled back. The scene was horrific. She looked possessed. “What the freaking hell is this?” He mumbled. His head was splitting with a headache and the Princess, who was screaming her lungs out, was engulfed in blue flames. The pulsing energy out of her body didn’t make the creepy situation any better.

I demanded. The demon lifted its head slightly, its glowing, multi-layered eyes narrowing. “Recognition.” My heart pounded violently. “Recognition?” “Yes, Princess,” the demon rumbled, its voice vibrating through the walls. “You are not merely Hades’ daughter, you are one of us.” Hell was a lot different from what I thought it would be. There were different forms of demons, grotesque and monstrous, while there were some with eerie beauty, their features outwardly and hauntingly elegant.

We entered the grand court, taking our seats in the front and center of the room, our children to our sides. "Now enters Lady Lyssandra MaComb, witch of Faerl, whose charges are as follows: Charge 1: kidnapping the Prince Aranelda Tirisil, concealing his identity, and lying to Their Highnesses causing them to believe he was dead at birth. Charge 2: inappropriate use of concealment magic, impersonating Her Royal Highness, endangering Princess Elentari Tirisil and Duke Scott MaComb, the royal protector of the princess until the date of her 18th birthday. Furthermore, Lady Lyssandra MaComb is charged with knowingly conspiring to kill both the Prince and Princess of Faerl. Lady Lyssandra MaComb,

The commoners who is hiding in their house, slaves and slums dwellers who hid in the hidden part of the city, fear of their fates and lives, all looked up at the same time, as if they were hearing the voice of a Goddess that echoes everywhere. “ [Greetings…My fellow countrymen…My people..my subjects…My land…and My beloved..Hallerus….I am..Helen Hallerus…The 7th Princess of Hallerus Kingdom…Everyone…Heed my words…For I come..to Brought the Swords of Justice and the Wind of Change…] ”. (Princess Helen Hallerus) “Princess Helen?…isn’t she dead already?..”. (Konnor) “Shut up Konnor!..Shh!..”. (Old Lenny)

Elysia Deep in the belly of Mount Everstrike, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind encircled the cavern’s hollow heart. Tension vibrated between them, each glance weighing betrayal against disbelief. Pure power surged through the veins of the Primordial Sovereigns coiling around every breath, and pressing outward until every otherworldly trait blazed beyond measure. What lesser witches only hinted at erupted in them. Their eyes lit the darkness. No torches needed.

It’s like runes, only they are glowing around his hand and arm in a golden colour. ‘I have no idea what it is either.’ He replies to my unanswered question. I’m about to answer him when someone rises from their seat and clears their throat. “Before the king accepts his chosen, I fear that a grave mistake has been made… The Lycan Princess is the niece of the Deimos Prince… an enemy of Helios. Are you certain by taking someone who is a descendant of the Deimos line that you will not make our God turn away from us?” she asks quietly, raising an eyebrow as she looks around the hall.

If we want to have some peace finally returned to our lands, your safety is the most important thing to the world of supernatural creatures as you and I. Now all I could do was stare at her in confusion. Did she mistake me for someone? But she did address me as the ruthless princess. Were there more princesses around the world? “I am sorry madam, but you have the wrong person. I have no idea what you are talking about, and I am sure I can not help you.” That smile on her face still did not waver! What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Either she is crazy, or she is crazy evil, one way or another she is crazy, “I am sure I have the right person standing in front of me. After all there is onl

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to the wolves. “Help? Do you think my nieces would have called me, if I needed help bringing down those two little animals? My name is Lady Hel, I am the Queen of Niflhel, queen of Hell.” Lady Hel said, as she looked at the shocked faces of all the wolves. “Wait, we were taught that Satan aka the devil is the ruler of hell?” Lucky asked confused. Lady Hel laughed. “I am a where of what you humans call the ruler of Hell. Nifhel is divided into different sectors. Satan as you call it, reigns over one sector. Most of you humans end up in his sector, which is why you don't know of any other parts of Nifhel. I created all the sectors of Nifhel.” Lady Hel