Prince Zuko Blue Spirit Mask Novels & Stories

The dragon’s remaining alar, in the form of a blue spirit, had helped him reach Crown Galacer in a short time. “Thanks, Draphiron … thank you, father,” Arth whispered, rubbing the dragon’s neck before he jumped off and landed on the floor. The blue spirit slowly dissolved into strings of alar, flying away from the tower, then they all compressed together and finally exploded in the skies like fireworks.

His eyes went into the child that was on Santi's lap as he sipped on the tea. "This prince heard that the Duke of Ivrea cared for his daughter too much that he wouldn't let anyone see her. But I was surprised that you let this prince gave the honor to see the child of the blue jeweled eye possessor." Logan said as he observed the child in front of him. Logan had seen a lot of people but he hadn't seen someone this adorable. Her thin silver hair, her watery blue jeweled eyes, her tiny nose, and her chubby cheeks. She's truly an adorable child and she looked like her father, the Duke of Ivrea.

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

she took a deep breath out, "we will know if Azian has any link to any kind of Soul magic after this ritual" "How?" Ena asked, looking at her with the uttermost intrigue. "Azian is the Prince of dragons, also a Golden dragon right?” Ena nodded, not understanding why the mother protector thought it necessary to establish facts that have long been proved and understood. “Fire is his nature therefore he cannot be burnt,” she replied, closing her eyes, “no part of him can be burnt,’ she added, clasping her hands to her chest, as She begin to chant words Ena had never heard of in all her 45 years of witching. Her tongue twisting and twirling with rage as the candles began to flicker, and burn bri

When he opened the driver's door, I saw that another had positioned himself in the back. "What is happening? Why so many security?” I asked as he got in and turned the key in the ignition. “A princess never walks without her security . Fasten your belt, Your Majesty!” He said winking at me and then putting on his sunglasses. Fuck, what a fucking hot man this is. I watched his strong arms and his hands on the steering wheel. They were huge. He wore a blue blouse with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and black jeans, tight enough to show off his thick thighs. That man was a doom and I was literally sweating next to him.

stated Braks. Izabella's gaze lowered. The prince of the Chronos Empire suddenly materialized next to her. What on earth are you doing here? He mumbled. "Are you sure we can get through these huge kids?" She responded by humming. With his gaze fixed on the offenders, Prince Dreksil chuckled subtly. "No. Let's get them alive..." "Cool. Kiss me..." "What?" "You said we'll get them alive..." "Yes, but..." Prince Dreksil stared at the strange glow of Izabella's blue sapphire eyes."

Valentine introduced the yellowed hair princess. “He is Zane Tonitrus, the twin brother of Zia and the crowned prince of Tonitrum Kingdom,” she introduces the prince with white hair. I wonder why their hair looks different? “Lastly, he is Blaze Tellus, the prince of Terra Kingdom,” she introduces the prince with brown hair.

Susie was also well-hidden, and I might have questioned who she was had I not known of her disguise ahead of time. When it was my turn, I came down the staircase. Many people turned to watch me, including two of the three princes. The princes were easy to find among the crowd. They wore striking tuxedos in different colors. Nicholas’s was a deep emerald green. Julian’s was a dark blue. Joyce’s was a rich violet. Though they each wore an elaborate golden mask, they were easy to recognize and differentiate.

The only thing I can focus on is Prince’s unmoving body beneath my hands. “Check Giovanni’s pockets,” my father orders. Sal kneels beside Giovanni’s corpse, searching through his jacket. I can’t tear my eyes away from Prince. My hands cup his face, my thumbs brushing over his too-pale skin. His lips are slightly parted, his breathing shallow. “Found it,” Sal mutters. My head jerks up, and I see the small bottle in his grip. “Describe it,” my father demands. Sal turns it over in his palm, his brow furrowing. “Dark purple glass. The front of the bottle is carved, looks like fire—maybe flames?”

The torchlight caught in his eyes — brown, rich and deep as worn leather, holding a quiet resilience that made them hard to look away from. “I didn’t see you there,” I said. “That’s the point,” he replied easily, pushing away from the wall. “The prince told me to keep an eye on you. And when one watches long enough, patterns appear… though not all patterns wish to be found.” “Did he also tell you to speak in riddles?” One corner of his mouth quirked. “No. That’s a habit of my own.” We walked side by side down the hall, his armor shifting quietly with each step.