Phoenix Princess Novels & Stories

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

It also had a wide expanse of land for various outdoor games and stables for horses. Phoenix walked towards the water fountain by the entrance to the mansion as though she owned it. With each step she took, she purposely flaunted her hour glass figure. When she got to the fountain, she slowly turned around and placed one hand on the fountain's concrete water basin. Striking a lustful pose, like a superstar model about to be captured for a Playboy magazine, she signaled a totally mesmerized Dex with her forefinger.

The delicate beauty of his mate was nothing like Arizona. Shadowed in the dark of night, Prairie Rose faced the window as she had for most of the drive. No matter how many hours passed, she stayed fixed in one place like a statue. She was beautiful in the traditional sense. High cheekbones, star lights twinkling in the depths of velvet brown eyes, a delicate nose, and full lips. Her hair, somewhere between blonde and white could probably have been called champagne. Expensive champagne. Prairie Rose was as regal as any princess, especially dressed in a velvet dress, the fabric so thin that it looked decades old and in danger of tearing the second she made a single movement.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Smiling down at me, as she licked her lips. "Did I do okay, Il Mio Re?" "Il Mio Re and what was the other one you called me?" "My King. And Bellissimo means gorgeous." "Well, my Queen, that was the best blow job I have ever had." She blushes and looks down, causing my dick to hardern. I sit up with her standing in front of me. She still has her shorts on, I loop my fingers into the belt loops to pull her to me. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, as I unbutton her pants and pull them down. I swipe my fingers across her slit. "So, wet for me, Phoenix." Moving over to her other breast as I slip a finger inside her hot, wet pussy. She fists my hair, pulling me to her more. Moans my name, t

the woman said. The Phoenix floated with her wings on fire. Her eyes close but still radiating in power. She was enclosed in a circle with five points on the proportional circumference. The points were empty. It looked like a stadium where the only present was the floating Phoenix and a platform for a visitor to stand on. George Luna, Hybrid, bowed in front of the Phoenix. “Stand,” the Phoenix commanded though her lips were not moving and her eyes were shut. Luna stood, “Your Royalty, it’s about time.”

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.