Princess Fire Novels & Stories

Hearing the news of what happened to the royal family of Hymir he finally concluded that the young lady they have saved is actually the princess that is said to be missing after the fire at the palace on the day of the birthday of the king that killed the rest of the royal family. "If it was to fulfill my beloved's dreams of being a mother, I am willing to take the risk to protect them both."

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

said the demon princess, releasing black flames similar to those of the demon general. "Is that possible? How can that be?" The demon general was shocked when he saw the shape of the demon princess's hellfire. Not only him, but the elders who accompanied the demon princess were also just as shocked. "The princess truly controls hellfire! Amazing! This is incredible, hahahahaha!"

And then the bowl caught fire. Blue fire. Silent fire. Fire that danced upward in ghostly flames like the spirit of a campfire trying to escape its mortal coil. Lucian screamed. Wolves screamed. Elara screamed. I screamed. Marek did not scream, but he swore loudly enough that three warriors fainted. “Get water,” someone yelled. “No,” I shouted. “Do not touch it. That is portal fire. It does not like water.” “What do we do,” Elara panicked.

“All of it. In one minute. Then everyone lives. Regardless of gender.” I stare at her. My warriors can’t stop it. My strongest fighters can’t contain it. I can't fucking stop it, and she believes she can? “There’s no way,” I say coldly. “You’re not a witch. You’re not some mythical force. You’re a woman. You might be the princess—the Alpha King’s daughter—but even the Alpha King himself can’t stop a fire like this.” The flames crack and roar behind her, devouring another roof. Sparks whirl between us like furious spirits.

She half spoke, half commanded of Benji and me. I released the ring of fire I had created and pulled the freak up from the chair I placed him in, before throwing him back into his cell. I grabbed the next one out, and placed him in the chair before recreating the ring. She walked straight through it, unflinching since she was a timekeeper and there was no fae magic that could harm her. The freaks weren't so lucky though. The fire I was capable of creating could easily burn their flesh from their bodies. It was capable of harming every citizen of our kingdom if that's what I desired, everyone but my beautiful princess. Not that I would ever wish to harm her.