Princesa Flama Novels & Stories

She spoke softly, staring deep into Icran's eyes, "I will never let you win, I will fight, every single day of my life to end the misery you bring to this world. I will protect everyone I care about, I will protect this Kingdom. One day, you will pay for your crimes against the world." Icran stood, lifting his sword, and swung it down towards her. The pain never came, his sword was stopped, by a blue flame, holding it still just above her head. She looked up at the grin fading from Icran's face and smiled herself. She felt her magic burst back into her body, flooding every ounce of her. Her skin lit with blue flames trickling over her body. Icran dropped his sword, stepping back, staring at

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

"The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart." Prince Marcellus looked up from the book, fixing his gaze on Scarlett. "And... What about this? It's a story, isn't it?" Scarlett said, still failing to understand why this was so important to Prince Marcellus. "This is exactly what happened in the courtyard the other day, albeit on a smaller scale."

“I don’t want to give you false hopes, Afana.” The trees turned chestnut carrot and along the path were dead twigs and leaves. Beside the silver-haired lady was a man. Which I can assume was the vampire prince judging from his black embroidered suit. The dragon crest that is only used by the royals of the vampire kingdom back in the past. “False hopes?” The prince nodded and looked at the woman by his side. Her hair wasn’t tied and was freely dancing along with the mild blow of the wind. Lilac flowers surrounded her like a crown on her head and a pair of tiny diamonds was dangling on her ears.

“Guardian God and one of the four main elements and next to time. The flame wing Lion, God Leo, or should I address as Reina.” With the menacing tone of his voice, Winona knew that Carlos is enjoying this little detour that they are having. All too much by which she is now regretting asking him for her other desire. But everything happens for a reason, and she couldn’t back down now, nor she ever has one in the first place. “The prince, the other half of the princess. The reflection and the shard soul of ‘his’, is born without any ability, as he only has the crown and destiny towards the person, we all care and known as the Maiden.”

Tara smiled in her head “ Did you just become arrogant after hearing you are getting married? Let me disappoint you Tara, the prince you are marrying is a nobody like you. Do you know what they call him? The cursed prince, the nobody prince of Vampiria. And when the battle of the throne starts, you and your prince will be the first to die because he's not powerful. Don't be so proud because you are just being used as bait for the peace agreement between our Kingdoms, and it's also the easiest way to discard you out of our royal family ” Flora spoke with mockery “ Is that all? Are you done blabbing? ” Tara asked again and this time the two women gasped loudly as they couldn't believe Tara was

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

This was really the chance of a lifetime. The young woman looked at the trees through the armored window of the limousine. There was a large garden with flowers and fruits. She saw a huge statue of her father... Let's say of Mirabelle's father next to a huge fountain. It was like in the movies... Beautiful, extraordinary and...royal. How she wanted to shout her joy to everyone... She was a princess... A real princess... - Majesty... Said one of the bodyguards as he opened the door for her...

I would not allow anything or anyone to prevent me from claiming the rightful place that was mine by destiny and by promise. I glanced out the window, letting my gaze sweep across the palace courtyard. Servants moved with urgent purpose, placing the final touches on decorations, adjusting floral arrangements, inspecting the intricate gold filigree on chairs, and ensuring that the cake towering, opulent, and elegant stood flawless in its display. The palace hummed with anticipation, a kingdom holding its breath for the moment when I would step forward as Princess Victoria, wife to Prince George, who is heir to the throne.