Prince Of Persia And Elika Novels & Stories

she hesitated again, the words now feeling stuck in her throat. “What is Elaris?” She paused now, fixing her gaze now fully on him, her expression grim. “She is a Demi god…wuth power beyond anything I’ve ever seen..” Prince stared at her for a moment longer like she was mad or crazy.. “No.. it can’t be.. it can’t, right?” Prince laughed dryly now, no humor in his tone. “It can’t be..and you know why? Because… I’m the most powerful. Yo- you told me yourself, remember?”

He was waiting. Just her. Eliana. Every time the door creaked, his gaze flicked. Every time fabric swished, he turned. And then—she came. The voice of the god rang out: “Eliana, the Princess of Kallistar and concubine of King Drakonios—the human princess—is here.” His breath hitched. He masked it instantly. No one noticed. But his soul did. She stepped in, and the world… slowed. She was veiled, yes, but it didn’t matter. He could see her. The way the violet silk draped her figure. The way her necklace—his sister’s necklace—rested perfectly at her collarbone. The name engraved on it: Tharros.

"Elora, we have no more time to waste. I will take care of this pest, used that pegasus and go to the kingdom. Alert everyone that we are still under attack. Also, please take my Tizona sword and bring it here. I cannot win the battle without using that one!" "How pathetic," said Elizer. "Relying on your weapon to win is cowardly to say!" "Shut your fucking mouth, werewolf! My Tizona sword is my key to victory!" replied Prince Arthur while still dodging his enemy's attack. Elora mounted the pegasus but Elizer looked at her. "No you're not leaving this place Amazonian!" he shouted as he gradually shifted to his alpha form. Prince Arthur summoned two Titanoboa and Trex again. However, Elizer s

"It says here that werewolves used to be Terrans or humans. Phelan, a demon prince from the Underworld, and the Moon Goddess Selene fell in love with each other. Selene was so in love with Phelan that she created an army just for him. She turned some Terrans into shapeshifters to serve Phelan as their king." "I didn't know about that. I never studied our history. Do you know Phelan?" Fina asked. Elisia nodded. "He's my brother. Or half-brother. He came to Terra with me and our other siblings. We were sent here to bring chaos to the mortal realm." Fina was surprised. "Lady Elisia, I'm sorry for asking. The book says Phelan was a demon prince then does that mean you are a princess?" Elisia too

“You mistake me, Majesty. The Serpent does not require a princess. Only a maiden whose soul burns pure. Untouched by ambition. Unstained by cruelty. Unbroken by love.” Aldred wiped his mouth. “Find me one, then. I’ll knight the girl, crown her, whatever it takes.” Malphas’s blind eyes fixed on something far beyond the chamber walls. “There is one,” he whispered. “Born the night of the hidden eclipse. Born silent. Raised unseen. Her blood sings like starlight on snow. Her name is Elara Wynne.” Aldred stilled. “Wynne,” he repeated. “General Frederic’s middle whelp. The eclipse child.”

Listening. We moved quietly, blades drawn, magic sharp. And then—she appeared. Not like a ghost. Not like an attack. She simply stepped out from behind a thick oak, calm and waiting. The rogue witch. Elira. She wore a cloak of woven moss and bones. Her hair hung in wild braids tangled with feathers and teeth. One of her eyes was clouded white. The other glowed a sickly yellow. But she smiled. “Finally,” she rasped. “The prince comes crawling.”

The whispers of a rising order. “Who gave you the command?” I pressed. “Who’s behind this?” Her hand twitched. “Didn’t see their face… cloaked. Smelled like ash and roses. Said the old blood must wake again.” Then her body went rigid. “Eliana—” I started, but she was already moving. Narvia’s skin darkened, veins turning black, twisting upward like ink in water. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Smoke curled from her chest, the air thick with the same scent I’d smelled before—the priestess’s fire.

"Thank fuck, you're finally sane... Just cut her some slacks on this one, yeah?" "She doesn't need me to cut her slacks." I picked up the iced champagne, water from the glass sliding down my fingers into my sleeve, making my skin prickle. The champaign burned down my throat, metallic and sweet—I'd bitten my tongue earlier, too hard. "What she wants is to win." From two billion to ten, each bid felt like she was flaying herself. The princess who'd lose sleep over Lucas's frown was dead. This was Leila—the queen who'd drop ten billion to bash the kingdom's prejudices.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

He added in his mind. Yris’s lips curled down. “It should be the kingdom of Elhasa.” He said. Raine stared at him. “The kingdom of Elhasa?” he muttered. Yris heaved a sigh. “It is the kingdom where the princess lives.” He answered. “… ‘the princess’?” Raine muttered as his brow twitched. He has a guess, and it was confirmed when Yris spoke. “Yes… Her Royal Highness Alf of Elhasa.” Yris looked at Raine. “You are her reincarnation.” He told Raine.