Finn X Flame Princess Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ophelia asked, putting her head against his shoulder once more. "They're prince and princess of the Ophidian Kingdom. I saved the prince after he nearly died from my claw bruise, during the time they attacked me in the forest. So they volunteered to help upon sensing you were in danger." Finlay deliberately skipped the part where they were taken to the Ophidian Kingdom and Princess Daeneria tried to compel him into wanting her, so they could get intimate. He was certain Ophelia would be displeased to hear such.

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.’"

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

She also missed her brother already, and the freedom he had provided her with in spite of her being a Princess. A few more tears escaped her eyes, whilst rage burned within her. Yashvir took everything away from her. But she had promised herself, that she would never let him get the satisfaction of having her. Never. Not in a thousand lifetimes. - - - - - - Follow me on Instagram, @jamersy.dreame Comment down your thoughts about this chapter! I'd love to hear them! ❤

Alpha Damon barked, the green of his eyes almost disappearing but she didn't budge. “Your name?” She cooed. “Finn…Finn Xander but you can just call me Finn…my friend over there calls me Finn.” He babbled. “Your friend?” She raised a brow. “But that doesn't mean you can kiss me. You can't kiss me at all!” He waved his hands as if explaining to a child. “Okay…” She shrugged and got up to her feet. “Now I feel all sweaty and need a bath.” ***

, he said. “No. There is one more thing left to do”, she responded. “Fin has been released and he is currently on his way to where we want him to be. Everything is in place now so what is left?”, he asked. “Take me to Russo’s cell”, she said staring deadpan into his eyes. Her amber eyes were blazing in flames. “Yes, princess.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance. By my side, my beautiful and loyal fiancée, Lily, stood tall and proud. Her hand clasped mine firmly, a silent pledge of unity and strength. As the future Luna, she embodied the grace and power that would rule by my side. With a graceful stride, she stepped forward, her presence commanding the attention of the pack.

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

“Oh yes… just like that. Please.” I didn’t care who heard or saw us. I didn’t care about anything but the dirty, sinful fire spreading through my veins as their hands and mouths claimed me in the dark. “Say my name,” Finn growled from behind, his rough fingers pinching my hardened nipple through my bra. “I want to hear you scream it—loud, Nova.”

The cool Highland air caressed her overheated, marked skin while the fire crackled nearby. Fiona looked up at him with glassy, desperate eyes and whispered breathlessly, “More… I need you to completely ruin me.” Malcolm looked down at her, eyes dark with promise. “The game isn’t over yet, princess. And I always play to dominate.”