Prince Of Persia And Elika Novels & Stories

Elijah’s expression remained neutral, but his eyes conveyed a message: “I’ve got this, father. Ryka won’t harm Elisa.” Elisa smiled as she continue hugging her father. * Ryka’s Suite Prince Ryker emerged from the bathroom, his confident stride faltering as he addressed his guard. “Where is my wife?” The guard bowed slightly. “She’s in the kitchen with the maid, my prince. And, if I may add, princess Elisa has returned home.” Ryker’s eyebrows shot up, his expression momentarily slack. “Elisa?” He repeated, his voice low and measured.

Iana, possessing a unique connection to the ancient forest, wielded a power that surpassed mortal understanding. As the Forest Shades retreated under her command, she surveyed the wounded prince with concern. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie, fluttered beside Iana, her delicate wings shimmering in the soft light filtering through the trees. "He's bleeding," Elva whispered, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. In the blink of an eye, Iana was by the prince's side, her steps as graceful as a gazelle. She assessed his injuries with a trained eye, recognizing the severity of his condition.

Elika groaned slightly, her bones stiff as she began to wake. She pulled the soft blanket tighter around her small frame, attempting to fade back into sleep. Her eyes flickered, slowly adjusting to the dull lighting. The princess sighed deeply, moving to lie on her back in the cage. The metal contraption began to sway as she moved, causing Elika to freeze in fear. She bit her bottom lip, waiting for the cage to slow; eventually halting as she remained still. Her mind wandered as she stared up at the top of the cage, metal bars filling her vision. She planned to escape, only so far; she had no idea how. The princess may manage to get out of the cage, but what then? Where would she go? Nowhere

I looked at the side that had the mask and nothing, there was not a single scar that showed she could have worn a mask. Does that mean they were lying, and she was pretending to have a scar all along? At this point I don't know what to believe anymore. I felt my heart twing with so much distrust as I looked at her. “I am the princess of DarkEast Moon pack Elodie Martin.” She bowed a little and not only I but everyone in the room seemed to be erupted by her soft speaking and the calm way she carried herself. I blinked twice and again, there was no way this was the same girl that I had seen, that one had a mask and…

"The prince, before his unfortunate fate, was a man who appeared blunt on the surface, but the other side of him was as sharp as the edges of a Golgotha sword. It could slay and pierce without a second thought. Even in his feral state, he's ten times more intense than he was before. He hated women before his feral state and wouldn't allow any woman to serve his drink or touch him." "Thank you Lefika for this response." "You're welcome mortal princess," she answered swiftly, her words accompanied by smiles that could mend a broken bridge. "I'm Ellie," I corrected her because I hated it when she called me "mortal princess." The title made me feel like a second-class citizen. "You mentioned som

The way my magic shimmered around me like wildfire trapped in a glass jar. He did not say anything at first. But he hovered. Constantly. Elara studied the frost patterns that formed whenever I paced. She poked one of the frost vines with a stick. “I have a theory.” Lucian groaned. “You always have theories.” “Good theories,” she said. “Terrifying theories,” he corrected. Elara pulled a book from her sleeve, because of course she did. “According to the prophecy, the realm bridge is not a thing. It is a person.”

During my speech, I looked at the audience full of Russian oligarchs, Italian politicians, American arms dealers, and family members in black suits. “Three years ago, I ran away from this castle for love.” I said, “But now I return, not for revenge, but to prove… “That the principessa of the Lucas family will lead the family to an even brighter future! I need no one to save me. I can stand on my own and become my own queen.” Applause thundered. Silas kissed me, whispering in my ear, “And my queen too.” After the banquet, I walked alone to the terrace, gazing at the Sicilian night.

He personally came to greet us, leading us to a table in the front row. It was quite boring to interact with all those old and arrogant rich people who were just there to flex their wealth and power. I was getting impatient while waiting for Dev’s call. The event continued but we didn’t feel like betting on any item. Kyrell was the one who was actually participating in their boring conversation. I was checking my surroundings while sipping champagne from my glass. Suddenly, a message lit up the screen of my phone. ‘A message from Dev!’ I hastily opened it and my eyes widened in shock, “From last night, Princess Eliza has disappeared. There is not a single clue of her disappearance even after

Headmistress assigned the partners. “Sierra and Loki, Reise and Kiero. Next, royalties. These are your partners: Princess Venus and Prince Kreo. Princess Celestina and Prince Trevor. Princess Yvy, Princess Angel, and Prince Klev.” Ms. Salvaria hadn’t even finished speaking when a hand went up. “Yes?” Ms. Salvaria asked a student. “Why are Princess Yvy and Prince Klev with Princess Angel? Shouldn’t Princess Angel be with Prince Haze?”

She paused before a towering portrait of Erin Lockheart-Griffin, painted in hues of fire and shadow, captured the princess's regal yet haunted expression. "Beautiful, isn't she?" An oddly familiar voice spoke behind Elara, drawing her attention away from the portrait of Erin Lockheart-Griffin. Startled, she turned to find a young man with striking black hair and strong features standing there. There was an air of confidence about him that piqued her curiosity. "I'm Kyle, by the way. Kyle Gregory," he introduced himself with a friendly smile, his eyes briefly glancing back at the portrait. "I'm Elara. Elara Lockheart," she replied, returning his smile but feeling a sense of intrigue at the me