Flame Princess Hair Down Novels & Stories

Looks like i'm gonna have fun after all. Stepping close to him the others stepped back to make way. "Why don't you shut up and climb that ring asshole" i say coldly. He then began to laugh sarcastically then looked at me. He's only a few inch taller than me. "Princess I think you should head back home and braid your dolly and not stay here to fight with a big man." I looked at him dead in the eyes then smirked "why you scared to get your ass kicked by a princess" i ask emphasising the last word. Just like i've expected he turned red in anger and stepped towards me. He was about to throw a punch but I was quick to duck and throw him a punch straight in the face knocking him out instantly.

There was laughter and chatter going on everywhere but I wasn't close enough to anyone to talk. It seemed like right when I was about to ask why my hair was taking so long the Goddess twirled the chair around. As soon as I looked at myself I got super ecstatic. My hair was in a updo like ponytail. It had vines with white flowers following down them. It was beautiful. I had light blush that complemented the pink shadow she had on my eye lids. I looked perfect.

She looked at the servant and nodded, which meant she could leave. "Because your hair is only shoulder length." The princess frowned. "Is there a problem with my hair being this long?" Queen Alice nodded. "A princess or queen can't cut her hair. Our hair should be waist length or longer, but yours is not, so you need to hide your hair first so people don't talk about you outside." "If that's the right thing to do, I'll follow." Queen Alice smiled and touched her daughter's face before starting to adjust the cloth over Princess Francesca's head.

I snarl as I grab her by the hair; the towel at her feet is engulfed in flames that are swirling around me, disintegrating it in seconds. “I can tolerate a lot of things, but I will not tolerate the mention of his name in my halls!” I snarl, roughly spinning her around to face me. She clenches her jaw, glaring back at me defiantly. “Do you understand, Wolf Princess!” She simply raises her eyebrows but doesn’t respond. “Fine, you want to be a stubborn whore, then I will treat you like one!” I snarl, throwing her to the ground. She hisses as she clutches her elbow. The flames spread from the water and rush across the stone floors.

Emily's POV *TWO MONTHS LATER* "I can't find the hair pins. Jasmine where did you put them, in here?" "Hold on, you'll wrinkle her dress!" "No, you got the flowers wrong. There're supposed to be twelve, not thirteen. Do you wanna give her bad luck on her special day?" "I swear, I put all the concealers in this bag. Emma, did you remove them to do your own makeup?" "Yes I did, I left them on the table right next to the brushes."

ÖLCA KINGDOM -ERUVELLIEL'S CHAMBERS- Third person's POV (Night time) The princess of olca kingdom stayed alone at her room playing with her fire "fire breathes," she said with echo while slowly transforming, her hair turns into fire and her eyes glows like a blazing fire "I have to control this" she calms herself and closes her eyes the smoke appears and says again "fire breathes" slowly changes after that she closes her eyes to turn it off and smokes appear again

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

Sophia teases, glancing over her shoulder, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. My heart skips a beat at the sight. She looks stunning, and I can’t help but admire how her hair falls freely now, catching the light like a halo. It’s a stark contrast to the way she used to keep it wrapped in a bun or braid, practical and neat. I’ve always found her beautiful, but there’s something about her hair down that draws me in even more. It’s like a wild, untamed part of her spirit that she’s finally embracing, and I can’t get enough of it.

They worked in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of hair against fabric and the occasional splash of water. Once her hair was thoroughly detangled, the maids began the delicate process of fixing it. They wove the strands together, creating an intricate ombre effect that blended seamlessly from dark ebony at the roots to a soft, silvery white at the tips. The final touch was a loose braid that hung down her back, its ends tied with a simple ribbon. The effect was stunning—her hair seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, complementing her pale skin and accentuating the sharp angles of her face.

At this moment, the referee's voice rang out: SIMULATION SPACE WILL START STARTING IN 10 SECOND SECONDS, RECOMMENDED PLAYERS TO POSITION. Wait – Stopping a match, obviously, but the voice was so calm as if he knew for sure everything would follow his lead. Her long red hair fluttered in the wind, her distinctive red eyes filled with the pride of a perfect species. The red dress is gorgeous like a burning fire. Behind her is a mighty Thunder dragon. Irina Rigil Kai – Fire princess of the purebred lineage. What does the princess need? A judge politely stood up. Irina pushed her long hair back and replied: