Flame Prince Novels & Stories

You can call it toxic but this is what it is. Aarhan is cunning and selfish and obviously uncontrollable like Flames no one can do anything against him or control him just like any other Sheerazi men. The story still has few revelations left so yeah do not stop reading yet. And a few twists as well. Next update when I will be done writing the chapter Stay tuned to know what is going to happen Do Share your thoughts on the chapter and leave reviews on the book and vote with gems as well Show others how much you love the book..

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

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

The flames had upgraded to a new level too. Only a mighty being could possess a level 7S flame element. After all, to ordinary people, being able to obtain a level 5S flame element was already amazing! A flame element at level 7S was simply surreal. Before Philip could rejoice, he heard the rumble of gunfire. Philip frowned. Although he had expected that Conlay might resort to violence to suppress the other princes, there should not be such a big commotion. Philip promptly walked out of the purgatory cemetery and headed to the center of the fire phoenix royal family’s Imperial City.

He glanced up at me, taking one good look at my face, his next action was a clear sign he knew I was not one to be messed with. He scooted slowly away from me his eyes stuck on the ground, "yes -y-yes I am aware" he replied. I grinned evilly, " Now I know, you would like to live, so I'm going to ask you once, " He nodded profusely. "where is our Prince and my son?!" I bellowed the ground shaking at my tone. Flame hated the fact that he didn't know where Edwin was and felt very angry that he had lost the golden prince, it only meant that we had failed in our duties to protect.

With your confirmation, I can take away Nine Flames with peace of mind. The Flame Monarch frowned. "Snatching Nine Flames? You're so arrogant! The flames have been passed down for centuries and have never been extinguished! It was I who brought them back. Who do you think you are? Daring to even think about taking away the flames." He thought the conversation would continue, but Felix raised his hand and pointed. The Flame Monarch's expression changed drastically. He didn't even have time to defend himself. As he glanced down, he was horrified to find a bloody hole in his abdomen.

It climbed the throne in blazing tongues, raced along the carved sigils, and set the air itself trembling with pressure and light, as if the realm had been struck by lightning from within. Adelaide answered him half a heartbeat later. Her orgasm birthed a fire not in red, but in blinding white and gold. Emberflame burst from her back and chest like the rising of a second sun, pouring outward in radiant waves threaded with something unmistakably sovereign. It was not merely fire. It was Queenflame, pure and terrible and untouchable, burning with a brilliance that did not consume so much as declare. Where Apollo’s power roared, hers resonated. Where his devoured, hers consecrated.