Romans & histoires Prince Of Persia And Elika

the leader of the eunuchs, Eli, quickly hugged her, saying that it was he who saved her and not her father the king. "Eli," she muttered weakly. It was the only word that comes out from her mouth in conjunction while shedding her tears. Her body, although she was able to move now but it still weak and trembling with fear. "They're gone, Princess Amayah. Your parents and Princess Aloha are gone. They are all dead." Eunuch Eli said while crying as he hugged her tightly. Then he suddenly released her as his eyes widened. "You need to get out of here. You need to escape."

Then, unexpectedly, an arrow slammed into one of the pillars above my head, just an inch over. “What?” I leapt sideways, stifling a scream. A soft laugh answered from the far end of the corridor. A little girl appeared, clad in archery gear, holding a bow in one hand. Her expression was completely unapologetic. Her hair was jet black, with a slight wave at the ends. Those golden eyes were painfully familiar, radiating an arrogance and strength far beyond her years. “That’s Princess Elira. Daughter of King Rael and Queen Nerissa,” Liora whispered urgently. “Bow respectfully in her presence, Veya.”

It wouldn’t do me any good. “This is the prince’s lunch list.” I look up when I hear the voice. It is Prince Ezra’s personal secretary. Elisa, a twenty-one year old she-wolf. She is easy on the eyes with bright blue eyes and long blond hair, the fact that she was as tall and as pretty as a model wasn’t bad for her.

Him. Elara crawled to a small hollow at the base of a rock, tucking herself into its shadows. She pressed her palms to the ground, letting her magic sink into the earth. Her heartbeat slowed, but the memory of his crimson gaze refused to leave her mind. The Dark Prince—Kael—was real. He wasn’t a threat from a storybook or a nightmare. He had found her.

Yakiza said. " We can intercept the signal and send us instead ". Nicklaus said and Yakiza nodded. " You're such a genius ". Klaus said. 📶📶Kingdom Of Persia📶📶 Elisa and Shania walked into the hall with several guards around them to stop the crowd from getting close. " Just a few minutes of freedom looks uninteresting to me ". Elisa said. " Father is becoming calm Elisa ".

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

Princess? Sh**! Elora is a princess because she has Royal blood in her veins. She was none other than the neice of the werewolf king himself. She was the neice of Volkan Knight. And now he thinks it was me who hurt her.

I lift my arm to elbow the fucker when the hand on my throat squeezes harder and I’m pulled back to a broad chest. This isn’t the girl. Warm breath fans from my shoulder to my neck and ear making my body spike up with nerves, I then feel a hand on my waist as the person leans closer to my ear. “Did you miss me, Tesoro?”

POV de Elara My consciousness was submerged in a bottomless lake of ink, cold, silent, and so deep that even the memory of pain felt distant. In that hollow void, a pair of eyes flickered to life. My wolf spirit Elisa was standing silently at the edge of the mist. She lowered her head and pressed her icy muzzle against my brow. A surge of frigid, clarifying power flowed into my mind, accompanied by a hollow, urgent voice: *"Wake up, Elara... the shadows have never left. Do not trust the first hand that reaches out to save you. Wait for your own kind. Danger has not passed; it has only changed its face."*