Novel & Cerita Princesa Flama

"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

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

She made sure that the fairy dust wouldn't be on the wing of the dead butterfly. She then grabbed the match box and lit it up. She lit the oil in the bowl on fire. The orange flames surrounded the dead butterfly wing. "Peri krallıklarının En Büyük Kralı Kral Vlad! Seni görmek istiyorum. lütfen Kralım. Seni bir kez daha görmeme izin ver. Kralınız Vlad'a sesleniyorum. (The Greatest King of the fairy kingdoms, King Vlad! I would like to see you. please, My King. Allow me to see you once again. I call upon thy King Vlad.)" Helenora was repeating the enchantment again and again like a Myntra. Until the orange flames started changing their colours from orange to lavender blue. Helenora didn't stop

“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.

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.