Spell Priscilla Novels & Stories

“When we were on the battlefield, I saw Hyacinth fighting against a fae soldier. He had her mate on the ground and she was punching him, trying to protect her mate with no thought to her own safety, or risk to her own life. While protecting our mates is something we would all do, I know it goes against everything in a sprite to fight. So, I would like to present this book to you, Hyacinth. It’s titled, Hyacinth: A Brave Sprite, and it is the story of our battle and your role in the fight.” When I hand the book to her, she takes it first looking at the title, then holding it to her chest before wrapping her arm around my waist, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Princess.” The cheers go up again

It had the body of a beautiful woman with blond hair and big eyes, her body was bare except for the little silver scales she used to cover her breast. Her legs were... My breath hitched... Okay, Myla... breathe in, you didn't just see that. That is absolutely not a fish tale. There's a more logical explanation for this. 'I want to go back to him, please take me with you.' My head whipped in the direction of the voice... was she talking to me? I looked around just to make sure it was me she was talking to. When I realized that I was the only one there I said, 'I'm sorry miss... but how can I help you?'

Final preparations were being made, and every detail had to be carefully worked out. Sophia Mercer joined us as we reviewed the final stages of the operational process, her presence was a reminder of the deep rooted connections within the secret society and her expertise and wisdom are mission critical the challenges of this. “Everything is fixed,” Sophia announced, her voice thick. “We have allies available and the evidence is secure. We just need to stay focused and execute the plan flawlessly.” Nathan nodded, eyes fixed on the monitors showing real-time updates to our employees. “We have a shot at this. We can’t make any mistakes.”

While sprinkling the spice powder around the circle of the seal, Sua spoke, "I did not come to steal. I bring the intent to heal. If guardian spirits can feel intent... then feel it. I wish to save." She scored the dirt slightly with the tip of her knife, altering the flow of energy within the seal's pattern. Her right hand began to burn, but she didn't stop. Rai, who was on the verge of losing consciousness, could hear Sua's voice continuously, even though it trembled. "I will not leave you, Your Highness." Suddenly, the seal cracked. Like ice shattering in the middle of a frozen lake.

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

I assumed it was just nerves. I tried to return to my seat, but I was told the chair next to the Don didn't belong to me. Just then, the doors swung open. Sophia, the principessa of the Romano family, walked in. She wasn't even on the guest list. Yet, Marco eagerly rushed over and welcomed her to the seat beside him. The soldatos below started whispering. I frowned and approached Marco. "What the hell is this?" Before Marco could speak, Sophia answered.

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

'𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚' She 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒂 𝒃𝒍�

Rhae paused and stood at attention, presenting the Princess, still holding on tight to her wrist. "I found thePrincesss, I rescued her from a fighting ring where they had been holding her hostage. The fighting ring has been taken care of by my guild. As a reward for her return, I ask only for an audience with the King." Rhae spoke as diplomatically as she could, making sure to enunciate every word.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.