Finn And Flame Princess Novels & Stories

The color drained from his lips, and his hand started to tremble so much the paper crinkled. "This... this says the Flame isn't a person," Finn whispered. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. "It says the Flame is a debt." "Keep reading," I urged. "‘The crown is not a gift, but a cage,’" Finn read aloud, his voice cracking. "‘The blood of the innocent is the oil for the lamp. When the King fails, the land withers, not because he is holy, but because he has stolen the life of the soil.’"

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

Queen Fiona nodded her head as if she was supporting her daughter whoever she chose. The Princess went closer to Zephyrus. Face to face. Only a little inch. The evil grin formed again in her lips. “My king would be…” She pinched Zephyrus nose and then continued talking. “Pyro. The Alpha King of Fire.”

Connor explains, pulling Maya to the inner circle as Omar had done to me. "Can someone explain how using the flame of life can stop someone from being a phoenix?" I whisper. "Long story short, Prometheus created the fire phoenixes from Helios' fire. Those in cooler climates lived a lonely life till Epimetheus, his brother, suggested giving the blue flame of Hestia to the ruler of the lonely birds." Adrian's explanation is interrupted by Raul, who weaves his sword offensively. "Not only did the flame bring the Phoenix together, but it also changed their attributes to their surroundings," Connor added, finishing the creature, and moving to assist Adrian.

"I hope your days are being pleasant because the news I'm sending you from the capital is not good. It seems that the castle of the first princess has been burnt down, and no servants have escaped. The rumor is that it was the princess who committed this atrocity, but I don't believe these rumors, as there are witnesses who say they saw the princess in the emperor's palace during the event, and the bodies of the servants had sword wounds." I had to put the paper down on the table to breathe for a moment and put my thoughts in order. During the whole time she was in my castle, the princess didn't touch on the subject of the fire in her palace. I thought she was doing it to hide something, or

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

“Then the story we tell begins with this. Survival was not random. It was contested. Interrupted. Fought for.” “Yes,” Celeste said. “And that is what makes it dangerous.” Evelyn looked up. “Dangerous to whom.” “To everyone who benefited from the illusion that these events were isolated,” Celeste replied. “To those who believe power is maintained through quiet destruction.” Evelyn felt resolve settle into place. “Then they will learn otherwise.” She closed the folder and gathered it under her arm. “The first fire was framed as mercy. The second as necessity. The third as tradition. My fire breaks the sequence.”

I spat, “and he’s going through a hard time. Unlike you, I actually care about people.” Aiden leaned forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Careful, princess ,” he said, his voice a low growl. “The way you say that makes it sound like I don’t care about you.” I laughed bitterly, pushing my chair back and standing up. “You don’t care about anyone but yourself, Aiden. Don’t pretend otherwise.” I turned to leave, my pulse pounding in my ears. But before I could take another step, he caught my wrist and pulled me back, his grip firm and unyielding. “Sit down,” he ordered, his voice cold. “We’re not finished.”

“Dragged you? Darling, dont flatter yourself, you leapt onto that rune like you were swan diving into eternal damnation. I just tried to stop you from combusting.” I crossed my arms. “You touched me.” “You touched ancient magic.” He shot back. “I’m not a damn lightning rod.” “Well congratulations, because now we are shackled in some sort of cursed wedding.” He smirked, trouble laced with charm. “Well, Flame, the honeymoon is off to a great start. Tell me when do we get to the fun part?” “Stop it.” I snapped. “Stop calling me Flame. Stop acting like this is all some twisted joke.”

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”