Flame Princess Hair Down Novels & Stories

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?”

Sunny’s POV Her vibrant red hair is done to perfection. It hangs down her back in perfect curls. The top half of it has been teased, and pulled back into a rose hair pin. Her makeup was flawless. A smoky wing flared out to the side, the lids of her eyes are the same red as her dress. Lips the color of fire meeting smoke. The dress had long sleeves that dropped to the floor the entire dress was covered in little gems, them being different shades of red. The dress looked like fire, not like it was on fire, but like the actual flames itself.

That My Princess can braid up for me. She’s got her hair straight yet wavy. And it lays around her shoulders. I’m finally able to run my fingers through it. I walk up to her and massage her scalp slowly and deeply. My thumbs on her temples. Her eyes shut instantly, she melts into my touch, moaning blissfully. Fuck! I feel my cock stiffen at the sound. We gotta go before I bend her over one of these salon chairs. And bang her brains out! I pay and tell Vic.

Once my nails are finished and dried, Carrie has me sit in front of my vanity again. “So this time I was thinking of doing a style that leaves your hair down rather than up. I want to curl your hair and put your hair into a messy fishtail braid that hangs over your shoulder. I promise it won’t actually be messy. It’ll be gorgeous,” says Carrie.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I smiled as I took the crown, stepped forward, and carefully positioned it on her head. The luminescent gleam of the crown caused her pearly blonde hair to be shrouded with an array of hypnotic lights, in a gentle and wispy dance with the slightest movement of her head. The glistening light also accentuated the silky-smooth texture of her hair. I know she had spent hours getting her hair done for the party, but I could not resist freeing her hair so I could watch it flow around her shoulders, like an enchanting waterfall.

His thumb dragged across my swollen lower lip, the gesture deceptively tender, voice rough velvet that curled around me like smoke. Beads of water slid down his collarbone, disappearing beneath the half-unbuttoned shirt clinging to his lean, hard frame. Power coiled beneath his casual elegance, a predator disguised in silk. I flinched, turned my face away. “Get the hell off me.” Adrian’s mouth tugged into the faintest smirk, as if my fury amused him. “Want me to carry you into the shower?”

I didn't want to turn over. “Why do you wanna come? As what?” This stiff rule soon changed, paved away as I flipped my hand from behind, asking him to come. It was so miraculous how he moved me from being messy to looking like a princess. My hair could become embarrassing once it got scattered, I would need some hair cream and comb to pull it back to the usual French princess rolling style I make it into, whenever I'm not falling it to the back. Emilio was able to do this with neither comb or cream.

She was not as quick as Flame. Neither Ilyria nor the Princess had noticed Flame moving. Suddenly she was behind the Princess and delivering a few hard street-learned punches to the Princess’s kidneys as she shrieked, “Be. Kind. To. Animals.” The Princess, ancient being though she was, still could suffer from a physical blow and she dropped Fierce. Ilyria immediately scooped her up and backed away. The Princess, recovering, turned and saw Flame. She raised her arms and the room shuddered with the force of her anger. Flame, in spite of her bravery, shrunk backwards, already flinching from the anticipated pain.

I squirmed to lie on my back on the bare tiles,my eyes didn't seize to just do badly. “Oh my…. chosen mate!!. You look so……you don't look good!!”. Princess Elena barged in with her servants from the night blaze pack..she wore a black skirt that was hanging on her tie,a singlet and flat slippers to match. Her hair was packed in a ponytail,with so many beads on it which clearly relates to the message of her being the princess from the night blaze pack.. “Don't touch me!!”. I warned,when I saw how she advanced towards me with hurried steps.