The Hybrid Princess

The Hybrid Princess

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Centuries after the Falling of the Angels, the King of Heaven produces an heir to further the Eveningstar line. A young princess named Nevaeh, whose blood is tainted when her heretic mother makes a deal with the Devil himself. As a Princess raised by witches, the court deems Nevaeh unworthy of the crown. Now she is forced to defend her claim and her family...But how will she do that when she must defend herself from the Infernal Prince who is hellbent on taking everything the young princess has. As the daughter of the King's Hand, Lady Michaela is forced to leave behind her mortal life when she is tasked to protect the Princess from a soulless prince. When the Princess believes that she is capable of protecting herself from the Prince of Hell, she makes Michaela's duty much more difficult.
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"I beg you to listen" Murmuring softly as I froze in his touch. Exhaling slowly. Doing my best not run out of his hold. "What are you saying?" "I'm the Angel of Death" Scoffing and pulling from his touch. "And you were assigned to me?" "Yes" "You're an angel sent to what? Kill me?" Shoving his chest away with all my strength as I rose to my feet, fighting the ache. This was too much, I couldn't breathe. He's supposedly an angel?! An Angel of Death at that?! Lifting his hands in defense. Pain etching his perfect features. "No. No! I'm the one protecting you from-" Angela lived her day to day life with her blissful routine. School, work, home, repeat. But the tables flip when she is met by a brooding stranger that seems to follow everywhere she goes, hiding deep in the shadows but is always there. Who is he? Why was he always there when death is at Angela's doorstep. Why was he always there with every turn of her head?

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