Princesa Flama Novels & Stories

“Alright, Princess, lesson time.” “Lesson?” I echoed. “Yes,” she said with a grin. “We are teaching you how to speak English.” I frowned. “But I already speak English.” She waved her hand. “You speak fancy English. Royal English. Drama English. We need you speaking like a normal person. Not like a walking Shakespeare play.” “I do not know what a Shakespeare is,” I said slowly. “Is it a creature?” “No,” she laughed. “He was a writer.” “Was he royal?” I asked.

It was all a little overwhelming and embarrassing to realize that I did indeed find the Prince attractive. “So Lady Delphia was helping you get back to your mother?” I shook my head clear of this sudden and unneeded realization, focusing on the Prince after hearing my name. “We were having fun playing games and trying tasty foods.” Said Calix, turning to smile at me. “She can even make pretty purple fire that doesn’t hurt you.” “Really?” The Prince turned and smiled at me, making me hold my breath for a moment before returning that smile. “Well I’m glad you got to have fun, but you need to go back to your mother, it’s getting late.”

Although she is a snow Wolf but I hope she is not the one. But, my heart squeezes in shock and uncertainty uneasiness when I take the paper out of the envelope and the first thing that caught my attention. The picture of Princess Elle, AKA Princess Elektra Brienne Fluer, the legendary Omega Warrior of Arizona Blood Moon Pack. Comparing to my wife, Aurora Bliss, anyone would think they are different person but I know that's not the case

the nurse said and bowed. If you don't know, Yna, Alexa, Me, Clarence, Blaze, Clyde, Drake and I are princes and princesses. This is because there are 6 kingdoms. First is the Fire kingdom where the prince and princess are Blaze and Alexa. Second is the Earth Kingdom of which Clarence is the prince. Third is the wind kingdom where the princess is me. Fourth is the Water kingdom where Yna is the princess. Fifth is the Ice kingdom of which Clyde is the prince. Sixth is that the Royal Kingdom is the ruler or highest and most powerful of all kingdoms and it’s prince is Drake and Princess is the princess. Maybe it’s already obvious what power we had right? But the princess is in the mortal world

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

It was clear that his weapon had already tasted Prince Ariel’s blood. The Kaca's prince raised his sword, blue flames licking the edge. Rara stiffened at the sight. The blue flame—it was magic. Prince Ariel couldn’t survive that. He was human. Fear gripped her chest. Her thoughts flashed back to the painful memory of that burning sword—her body consumed by flames. She couldn’t let this happen again. Not to him. “Prince Ariel!” she cried out, her voice an anguished cry, but it was too late.

Alex said, “Moreover, the blood inside your body won’t be drained. On the contrary, you actually profited.” “What bestiality?” The princess was infuriated as she bared her fangs. “Who are you calling a beast? I am royalty with a noble bloodline in the Witch Beast Kingdom. How dare you describe me as a beast? You are the beast. A wild beast. A dumb wild beast.” Alex, the Witch Beast princess, and the White Flayer were all locked in a cage. The White Flayer dared not speak and regarded itself invisible. It looked at the princess with its small eyes for a while before looking at Alex, saying it could not understand their profound conversation.

“They say that the third prince is like an angel sent from the heavens above to mess with the hearts of women on earth. Prince Florian is so beautiful. His red hair shines like rays of the setting sun and his green eyes sparkles like the most precious emeralds,” Salena said with a faraway look in her eyes. Great, so this prince Florian supposedly looks like an angel… “Have you seen him?” Jessie asked excitedly. “No, only in photos. I’ve seen all the princes’ photos. I guess just like other towns, it’s very common for people to hang their photos up on walls to show respect,” Salena said with a smile.

Aelanor said, and looked at her palm, "but why do I need one of your feathers?" The red and gold feather streaked with black was about as long as her hand. "The journey you are on, Princess, is highly perilous. And your ambition is shared by all. We wish to be of some aid should the occasion presents itself, and you need only burn this for us to appear. We'll come to you," Seraphim said. "Savour the food," Ignatia called, and the four phoenixes, with a great sweep of their wings, took off to the sky.

She was the chink in his armor, the soft spot that his enemies could exploit. And then there was the Princess. Isolde. She was a friend, an ally, a teacher. But she was also a Varek, a player in a game of power and ambition. She was using Flora, using her as a pawn in her own desperate bid to protect her brother. Flora was a weapon, a tool, a means to an end. She was tired of it. She was tired of being a pawn, a tool, a liability. She was tired of being afraid. She was tired of being a secret.