Princess Fire Novels & Stories

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

"That is a relief. You can take a break now and continue tomorrow." "Thank you, Your Majesty", she said and left. "Mother", Princess Leah called running towards The Queen. "My Princess. Do you understand all what you were taught?" "Yes, Mother. I learnt a lot about the Kingdom and the duties of a Princess." "That is good. Leah?" "Yes, mother." "How old are you now?" "I'm Eight years old, mother." "That's good. You know I always want you to be happy. No matter what it is that brings you happiness, I'll always get it for you even if I have to risk my life. Do you know why?"

However this time, she had enough of all the humiliation directed at her. "Do something!" "Alexandra, what did you say?" asked the Queen Mother. "Do something! do something!" she shouted hysterically. "Blaaarrr ..." the flames shot up even bigger with a very red and hot flame. "Please ... help me ...!" Nathania screamed as she felt hot steam all over her body. A little more, the fire will burn through her clothes and then her skin. "Prince Nathan ...! I beg you to stop! he could die! do something!" Princess Sofia screamed when she realized that no one wanted to save Nathania who was almost on fire.

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.

It nested in a golden apple tree, preening its brilliant fiery peacock wings. “Yes, my love. It is zhar ptica, the firebird. She brings good fortune to all who see her. Unless of course, you are a fool of a prince that wishes for more than he can handle! Then, my dear, you will find yourself in for a world of pain.”

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

Miranda looked as if she would pass out anytime soon. "He is not my path." She stood firm on her point. "I'm sorry father." She turned around on her heels. "Kassy, you will listen to me and..." The angered king stood to his feet and raised his voice but she was already leaving. "Your highness..." a servant from the third chief's household attempted to stop her but he was silenced by the ball of fire that left her clenched fists as she increased her pace with gritted teeth. The servant's head caught on fire and everyone else squealed in fear, repelling from the princess and moving out of her way.

Liam then suggested as we entered the makeshift dance floor near the fire pit. I muttered mysteriously to him, “Well, there's not much to tell," and I let that idea vague, but actually there wasn't much to be told at all, as Olivia Mason didn't have much of a story, not even made-up stories. The person who had several stories to talk about in her life was Caroline Andermier, Princess of Tresoria.

Jai answered calmly. The princess stepped up to him, closing the gap between them and she went up to his face. She was pouting. “Tell me!” Jai flinched and instinctively leaned back as he felt she was being too close. “T-The Fire Kingdom…” The princess leaned back and looked at him curiously. “The Fire Kingdom…? What business do you have there, Jai?” “Uhh… Well, a request from someone,” Jai said, returning to his position.

“Don’t do that. Don’t strip yourself down to nothing.” She stiffened, eyes widening. I shifted closer, voice dropping to something rougher, truer. “Princess isn’t about crown or blood. It’s about how you walk into a room even when everyone whispers. How you stood your ground when we fucked up. How you told us you wouldn’t be caged—even though the bond scares you.” Her throat worked. “That fire?” I murmured. “That’s royalty.” Her eyes shimmered, lashes fluttering like she didn’t know what to do with the words.