Flame Prince Novels & Stories

She clung to him, chasing him everywhere, even making up nonsense about having tan-skinned ancestry to explain the child's appearance. So, one kept running while the other kept chasing. Benedict was so stressed that he couldn't sleep properly. During a fire rescue, his exhaustion got the better of him—he lost focus and was crushed by falling debris. He survived, but his back was badly burned, and one of his legs was shattered. A stroke of bad luck, yet somehow he was still lucky to be alive. I sighed. It wasn't like I could gloat over something this serious. But who could say this wasn't karma?

“They say that the third prince is like an angel sent from the heavens above to mess with the hearts of women on earth. Prince Florian is so beautiful. His red hair shines like rays of the setting sun and his green eyes sparkles like the most precious emeralds,” Salena said with a faraway look in her eyes. Great, so this prince Florian supposedly looks like an angel… “Have you seen him?” Jessie asked excitedly. “No, only in photos. I’ve seen all the princes’ photos. I guess just like other towns, it’s very common for people to hang their photos up on walls to show respect,” Salena said with a smile.

Suppressing all the confusing thoughts, I smiled back at him, taking his hand, “It’s not a problem at all. I suppose that you have something important to deal with and that’s why you are here.” “Yup, we have an urgent issue to solve.” He replied politely, “You are really kind and thoughtful. Anyways, I am Kyrell, the son of Alpha Kenneth and he is-” That stranger with emerald eyes interrupted him, taking my hand, “I am Keir, Lycan Prince Kyrell’s bodyguard. You can call me Flame.”

The prince was as tenacious as they thought, even the strongest of poisons could not immediately take him down. “You should know that I am the roaring inferno” Colter told them in a tipsy voice, and Aquila realized they were on the cusp of winning. “Do not stop the onslaught” he ordered his fellows and they all charged at him. Colter had managed to block three strikes from them but he was too caught up to block Aquila’s strike. He had used the three other vultures to distract the prince and managed to land a violent punch into his face. An aura of flame erupted from the prince, triggered by his pain and rage, but they noticed that it flickered in and out of existence. He was falling. They ju

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

“Now, again. Focus. Let the fire come from the center of your chest, not your hands. You’re trying to light a spark with wet kindling. Burn from the core.” “Easy for you to say, Shadow Prince. You don’t exactly have a problem with control.” His expression shifted just a little, a flicker of something darker, before it was swallowed up again by that arrogant tilt of his mouth. “Control is a lie we tell fire to keep it from consuming us.” “And that’s supposed to help?” “No,” he said. “But it sounds poetic, doesn’t it?” I groaned and rolled my eyes so hard I might’ve seen another dimension. “You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

As the new generation’s Flame Emperor, many experts in Florence at that time considered him to possess incredible techniques and treasures, leading to him being attacked by many Martial Saint experts. It was hard to deal with multiple enemies when one was alone. In the end, the Flame Emperor left Florence heavily injured and fled back to the Obaro continent. At that time, there was an evil king on the Obaro continent. To further strengthen his power, he continuously slaughtered powerful individuals and plundered treasures. When the Flame Emperor returned, he happened to collide with this evil king. The king took advantage of the Flame Emperor’s weakest moment to infiltrate and successfully a

"I wouldn't say a war; you're so dramatic. Listen, as far as we've found out, they're relatively new to this area. If we show them our strength now, they'd back the hell off and find somewhere else to terrorize. I can tell you now, there's no amount of words in any language that would dissuade these people from their course. They're murderers Shane, you know this." I took a quick peek from beneath my lashes to see if he was listening to me. His face was stone cold and the look in his eyes was just a bit frightening. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had gone too far this time, but all he did was pat my butt, kiss my forehead, and set me on my feet before getting to his. I followed him out

Next to the owner of the Vineyard - Olive Vineyard, a harsh and extremely cruel man. "Steve, from now on you change your name to Liam… it's Liam Vineyard, I hate the name Steve. Remember, you're a Vineyard family now, eating at the Vineyards, working for the Vineyards. If you don't finish reading it all today with these books, don't even leave the room."