Princesa Flama Novels & Stories

“Katla, I’m so sorry. I know you’re mad, but I promise I didn’t know until I saw the Night Flame come alive as it touched your skin. Please, believe me. I still don’t understand, but I want us to figure this out together. Ok?” “The Night Flame?” She asked. “The purple diamond, it’s special and it can only be controlled by the prophesied princess, the direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself at the time of Her choosing. I think that might be you, Katla,” I walked across the room, sat on the floor next to her, and held her. “Damien. Something happened. I can’t find it,” she cried. “That’s why I screamed.” “Can’t find what, Katla?”

No shifter can heal that quickly, only … She snarls as she rolls and stands up facing me. The power rolling off her makes me shudder. I feel more people enter the room, Stacey included. When Starci laughs manically. I see the tears stream down her cheeks. “I am Princess Serana Bastian. Daughter of Queen Marcia and King Ronan Bastian. I am the last phoenix.” I watch as her palms turn up and red and gold flames dance. She opens her mouth, and a shriek comes out instead of a scream. The shriek of a phoenix.

Elysia remains unsure among the crowd, out of which she knows only some faces. The king has yet to arrive. Walking her way around the room, Elysia can easily overhear several attendees are guessing and questioning what this council might be about. It seems they are as clueless as she is. Out of the king’s ten children, seven princes and three princesses, eight including herself are within this room; none of the seven doesn’t seem to register Elysia’s existence—not just this moment, but the entirety of her nineteen years. The remaining two she has not spotted are Kannax, the oldest prince, and Sandrian the oldest princess, and she likes it that way. However, when have her wishes ever come tru

Again most sit nodding or have emotionless expressions on their faces. “Alpha Maddox, may I ask, is it true you have found your Luna and she is a Vampire?” Elder Fransis asks, she is one of the older Elders and more open to change than the others. “Yes I have found my Luna, Princess Lyra Skolova is an exceptional female and an amazing leader, and I do hope you all will keep an open mind when you meet her” I say as I smile at Elder Fransis.

“Marco Vitale, you really are despicable!” I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist midair, his grip firm, unyielding. “My principessa,” he whispered, softening his voice like velvet wrapping a blade, “just hear me out.” I narrowed my eyes, breath ragged. “…Fine. Talk.”

Yufrus replied, bowing deeply. Tobi stepped closer and gently pulled me to his side. “Friar Yufrus, I’d like to introduce you to my mate, Lila.” The friar’s eyes widened, flicking between Thefros and Tobi before settling on me. I felt his gaze linger a little too long. “Princess,” he said, taking my hand and bowing over it. His lips brushed my knuckles. “An honour.” I stared at him, stunned. That word—princess—landed like a stone in my chest. Until this moment, I hadn’t truly considered what being with Tobi might make me in the eyes of others.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

The explosion of flames then formed the shape of a dragon and salamander in the air that linked their necks as a sign of alliance. The fire dragon and fire salamander figures swooped down from the sky and plunged into Draco and Radcliff's bodies. The remaining flames in the air formed a giant fire Salamander that flew in front of Draco and Radcliff. “Greetings, Dragon's Prince. I am fire salamander spirit, Newton,” said the fire salamander spirit. Draco was amazed at the beauty of the flames burning throughout the fire salamander spirit. Without realizing it, Draco reached out to touch the forehead of the fire salamander spirit.

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f