Flame Princess Hair Down 소설 & 이야기

Every eye is desperately looking to the Bowl of fire. "Princess of Pearls" the smog face yelled another name, on hearing that, A girly groups started shouting in excitement and hugged their princess she turned into a pearl and flew to the stage. All eyes turned to the 22 years old beautiful rose white princess, she is damn beautiful. She looked sizzling in her pink cloak, she has beautiful black eyes and long black wavy hairs, her tall perfectly curved figure can stunt any man around. everyone finds her fragile to be a participant in this hardcore competition, but no one can't oppose the decision of the Bowl of fire.

, I shouted at him, then kneeled down to the girl and placed my hand on her shoulder, she jumped back and moved away, I raised my hand in surrender style, "Its ok, I mean you no harm, I need you to get up and run, run as fast as you can ok, can you do that for me?" She looked between Damien and me and hung her head shaking her head NO, now I'm confused, I looked over to Damien to see him with a smirk on his face, in a split second he was next me, all I saw was black smoke, he trailed the back of his fingers on my cheek and then pulled back walking towards her, "She cant leave princess, if she doesn't do what I tell her to do, I will kill her family", "You asshole, only you will pick a fight

"Why are you on that outfit? And that hair?" Aside from her sudden appearance itself, the two were so much surprised to see her wearing her 'village-girl' guise. Another thing, her natural brown hair is now colored black and her front hair is straightly cropped into a thick fringe. Her loosely flowing hair is also left untied but is neatly resting behind her back. "Because I'm the Princess, ugh. I can't just walk around here, greet you guys wearing silk, petticoats and high buns. And yes, I did use a potion to dye my hair, doesn't it look fine on me?" she childishly winked.

The flames dancing upon her body, and her hair a blazing cascade of fiery tendrils that whipped around her face, defying the wind's attempts to extinguish its radiant glow. The flames licked at her unscathed skin, and even her clothing remained intact, immune to the consuming fire. Her eyes, blazing like a endless furnace, possessed a mesmerizing power. With each step towards the palace, she left trails of embers in her wake, exuding an aura of unwavering fearlessness. She was ready to face anyone who dared to stand in her way. Marianne knew she was a force to be reckoned with, an unstoppable adversary to anyone who challenged her.

But now, as the hairstylist and makeup artist worked their magic on her, doubts crept in like shadows. The hairstylist's nimble fingers wove through Felicia's fiery red locks, meticulously crafting them into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. The bun was adorned with delicate white orchids, their petals an obvious contrast against her fiery tresses,Tiny, shimmering hairpins secured any loose strands, adding a touch of sparkle.

"Your hair is very beautiful, Princess!" "Really?" "That's right, Princess!" Said Helena patiently. When finished, Princess Nathania looked in the mirror to see her new haircut. The result, made him scream hysterically. "W-why is it like this? No way, why my is so short? It's so bad, Helen!" She shouted crying. She was shocked to see her long hair that was hanging beautifully turned into short hair like a boy.

“Well, I mean, at the time…it seemed pretty impressive. I never thought to ask more of it.” “Not even when your friend, the little pink-haired princess, developed her own gift beyond just flame? Honestly, Anton, I expect you to be more critical than this. Her gift is more than simple fire – it is Goddess fire, more than destruction. It brings light to Darkness itself – it clears and heals. You, as Goddess-born as she, expect that all you can do is breathe underwater?”

Sarah’s POV Rose pinned up the last curl of hair. I turned my head to see in the mirror. They did look a-m-a-zing. In fact, Rose did my makeup so perfectly that I felt like a real princess, from the gold necklace and bracelet my father brought me to the breathtaking A-line black chiffon dress pooling around me.

The minute she drank it, everyone froze awaiting to see if it worked or not. Only the phoenix flame could give her a chance. Slowly, Fang unwrapped the ribbon from her eyes, asking, “Can you see me, Katherine?” Tears flickered her eyes that instant, at his words. She couldn’t see him. It meant the phoenix flame rejected her. “N-No... I can’t see you at all. It’s all blank, Fang.” “It can’t be.” he seethed. “...we’ll try again.” He reached the goblet out to the Dragon who poured more tears into it and gave the Princess to drink from it. With shaky hands, she took the goblet consuming it. They waited some minutes and he asked, “What cloth am I wearing, my Princess?”