Flame Prince Novels & Stories

He chuckled at me when he did that. "Aish." I said and walked away from him as fast as I could. "Hey! Wait for me!" He yelled as if we are not in a public place. God, please. Save me from this idiot. * * * "Here's your ice cream and your spoon, little princess." Flame said as he give me a bucket of ice cream. "It's queen. I'm not a princess. Gross." I said and acted like I was really disgusted by that thought. "What's the difference? You're so choosy. You must thank me that I called you a princess. Not a beast from the Beauty and the Beast. Well, the beast thingy fits you well." He said, shrugged his shoulders and laughed to annoy me more.

The third guard came at me with a knife, but I kicked him back, sending him crashing into the cave wall. There was no way to explain. They wouldn’t believe me. I had no choice, so I did what I had to. I ran. I left the king behind, slipping out of the cave and disappearing into the night. My heart was heavy with guilt, but there was no other option. I had made a promise. And I couldn’t keep it if I was dead. I just hoped that those soldiers would take care of the king. -End of Flashback.- Fifteen years.

explained Mordecai, much to Dorin and Johan’s surprise. “Shh...” said Xander, “Let him continue.” ‘So Princess Flame whose true flame can raise volcanoes went to see the Gold Prince and the White Bride to ask for peace instead of destruction for her true love’s wish is to save the people and the land’ ‘But the small Lights and the small Flames had plans of their own they were jealous of the big flame and the big light so they accused princess Flame of a crime for wanting to cut White Bride’s tongue’ ‘But prince Rock whose love for princess Flame knew no bounds

He did not dare move! He was afraid that his movements would cause the flames to intensify! “Your Highness, don’t be afraid. We’ll help you right away!” Hearing Prince Ram’s shout, a few large men nearby threw themselves over to help! Prince Ram’s status was incomparably exalted. Even if something were to happen to everyone present, Prince Ram couldn’t! These big men did not dare to let anything happen to him! "Cut the crap. Hurry up!" The flame on Prince Lam's robe expanded to the size of a fingertip!

He was the Prince of Flame Falls; the most bizarre state of Walaland. Frost Falls had numerous packs, whereas Flame Falls forbade any pack there, in addition, anyone from another state was not allowed to travel there; which is a mystery for people in Frost falls. He was an Alpha, the Prince too whom she never knew existed. Nevertheless, being a Prince, why would he step onto the slave quarter and defend her calling her a beauty that she certainly was not? Moreover, what did he call that woman again? Gravedigger? Undoubtedly, with those painted nails of hers, she had the least experience of digging mud. She thought in her mind.

Adae joins in but then finally lingers her gaze on Troy. Mudbrew looks at him up and down. He extends his hand upon the only human’s shoulder and then playfully punches his chest. Though it still hurts Troy since the dwarf had on metal gauntlets. Troy stumbles back. “A bit young, are you? Mudbew questions him while placing his hands back on his side. Once the dwarf is done inspecting the boy, Troy stands at the attention of the general and speaks on the behalf of his own knowledge of the rules. “Age doesn’t mean anything I thought. What matters is if I can conjure my own crafted spell.” For a moment, the general does not speak and reflects upon what the boy had said, and then his eyes shift

Surely the dragon prince isn’t so pathetic that he would let her be involved in this fight. “You must be the famous dragon prince who wields the blue flame.” My father spoke directly to Brax. He growled back at my father, and I could tell they were both ready for this fight. My father, however, was in no hurry to end things. He wanted to enjoy himself by prolonging the suffering. Truth is, Brax has no chance of beating my father without the new flame. My dad is a deity, a God, none of these pathetic dragons have a chance. “Hmm, how about you take your maggot ass back to hell where you belong, so we can call it a night.” Brax replied to my father. His confidence will be wasted here. My father

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

“Only those with interesting opinions. Most people here are predictable, but your name comes with a dozen versions of the same rumor. Some say you were once a Luna. Some say you’re a rogue. Some say you’ve tamed the Alpha King himself.” My pulse skips. “And what do you believe?” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “I believe a woman who stands tall in a room full of people trying to look down on her is worth knowing.” I meet his gaze and lift my chin. “Flattery usually comes after introductions.” He grins, undeterred. “Caius. Prince of the Southern Flame Court. And a fan of candied citrus.” I fight the smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Nice to meet you, Prince Caius.”

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f