The peacekeeper

Chapter one

The world is divided into eight kingdoms: the centaurs, the demons, the angels, the vampires, the werewolves, the elves and the orcs. Each kingdom was unique and magical in their own way, filled with magical creatures and enchanted landscapes. The world has been like this ever since the first eight kings has been born. And now the year is 3060, nothing has changed since then and it hasn't changed until a female human came along.
Izabella miller is a talented artist with a rare and unique ability that captures the essence of those magical realms in her painting. Her art was known throughout the land, and she was admired by all who saw her work. Then one day, Izabella received a mysterious invitation to a grand gathering in the headquarters meeting halls.
"Uhh? This must been sent to the wrong person." Izabella spoke to herself.
But, both curious and excitement got the best of her, so Izabella set off on her journey to the gathering, not knowing what to expect. As she arrived at the majestic hall where the event is being held, she was greeted by the eight princes, each one more handsome the last; she was speechless to say the least as she saw them sitting on each of their own throne.
    The giants were towering and strong, with kind eyes and gentle smiles. The centaurs with swift and great-fullness, their laughter filled the air with soothing music. The demon were mysterious and alluring, their fiery presence drawing Izabella in. The angel were pure and radiant, their wings shimmering in the sunlight Ike a flower on a clear spring sunny day.
The vampire were elegant and aloof, their pale skin glows. In the moonlight. The werewolves were fierce and loyal, the howls echoing through the night. The elves were wise and magical, their power enchanting all who crossed their path. And the orcs were fierce and powerful, their strength unmatched by any other creatures.
The eight princes stood up from their individual thrones and headed towards the young lady, leaving their seats vacant. Some of the prince smiled as the young lady approached, while others looked at her with visible unease and anger. The werewolf prince, who wielded authority amount the other, spoke up; his voice laced with a heavy Russian accent. "She's not what I expected," he said curtly. His words had an impact of a bullet, sending shockwaves through the princes ranks; The prince elf scolded.
Prince Ivan, the prince werewolf crossed his arm over his chest, pouting like a petulant child in response to the prince elf's words. The prince elf, speaking with a slight lilt to his voice, tried to appease the werewolf prince "oh, come on, Ivan. Don't b like that."
prince Ivan grumble, clearly unhappy, and the prince demon, with a air of authority, spoke up to his werewolf companion. "Ivan! What did I said! Don't let your temper get the best of you." Prince Ivan rolled his eyes and huffed, still looking like he was going to explode with frustration.
the demon prince, seeing the uneasy within Izabella at his werewolf companion's behavior, stepped forward and spoke to the young lady with a gentle, understanding voice. "Please excuse prince Ivan's outburst, miss. We assure you that he means no harm. His behavior was uncalled for and we apologize for any discomfort it may have cause you. Rest assured that we all have the better intentions."
As the demon prince's words sank in, prince Ivan's lip curled into a pout. This was obviously a sore spot for the werewolf, and it showed on his face. And the demon prince, aware of this, seemed to have had enough. The demon, with a swift and decisive motion, struck the werewolf with an open palm strike to the back of the prince's head. The hit made a loud thud, and prince Ivan staggered forward before righting himself, his anger and embarrassment clear on his face.
With a stern on his face, the demon prince turned to prince Ivan and spoke, "I will be sure to informed your queen and king of your behavior. I will not tolerate any further acts of disrespect or rudeness." The prince demon seemed to be taking his role as the leader of this group of royals seriously, and was not afraid to enforce order and respect among his follow companions.
The demons prince's words seemed to have an impact on prince Ivan, who hang his head in momentary shame before looking up at his companions with a mix of anger and embarrassment. The prince demon, satisfied with his action, turned his attention back at Izabella. "Now, as I was saying, please accept my deepest apologies for the action of my friends here. I assure you that we are not all so barbaric," his tone was soft and understanding.
Izabella was stunned by the sudden change in demeanor from the demon prince. It was as if he was a completely different person from the one who had just insulted her a few moments ago. She looked back and forth between the demon prince and prince Ivan, who appeared to be equally as taken a back by the sudden turns of events. She didn't know how to respond to the prince demon's apology, but she wanted to accept it and put the incident behind her. "I... I accept your apology," she replied, her voice steady but cautious.
The tall and slender elf prince stepped forward with a friendly smile that reached his icy blue eyes. He sported shoulder-length, golden blonde locks that fell carelessly around his face, framing his strong, angular features. His ears were pointed and his skin was a delicate, creamy hue that matched the soft white linens of his embroidered tunic. With a slight bow, he extended his hand in greeting.
    "Greeting, Izabella" He said in a voice that was warm and smooth like honey. "I'm Theo, the prince elf, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
    The prince vampire stepped forward, his dark hair swept back from his face,revealing piercing, silver eyes that seemed to penetrate to the depths of Izabella's soul. His complexion was pale, almost spectral, and his features were sharp and angular, as is carved from marble. He wore black tuxedo, perfectly fitted to his slender frame, and a ruby red tie that seemed to glow with an inner light. Despite his imposing presence, there was a sense of grace underlying his every movement, and if he were as comfortable gliding across the stage as he was stalking his prey through the shadows. He offered a slight bow, but did not extended his hand to shake.
    "I'm Jacquard, the prince vampire," He said in a low, gravely voice that hinted at a history sorrow and struggle. "Heir to the throne of my bloodline. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Izabella."
    The prince demon was a tall and ominous figure, with dark hair that fell in waves around his face, accentuated by a pair of piercing black eye. His skin was a deep, velvet ebony, with a shimmering sheen that made it seem almost demonic. A pair of impressive, ebony horns sprouted from his brow, reaching towards the heaven. The prince demon's wings were also black, with leathery skin that flapped slightly as he walks.
    "I'm Martinez, the prince demon. Third son of king Malphas," He spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. He gave a slight nod of approval, but did not extended his hand. His aura was dark and sinister, as if he radiated some sort of malevolent energy. Despite his intimidating appearance, however, there was a sense of intelligence behind Martinez; demon prince's eyes, as if he possessed a cunning that could not be easily predicted.
    The prince centaur was a strong and confident figure, with a body composed of a man and a horse. His torso was that of a muscular, athletic man, with broad shoulders and toned arms while his lower half was that of a gleaming, chestnut horse, with legs like tree trunks and hooves that clacked against the ground. His face, however, was the most striking feature, with a sharp, angular jaw, piercing blue eyes and straight nose that seemed to pierce through the air. Despite his stream expression, he carried himself with an air of self-assurance that was impossible to miss.
"I'm Roberto, prince centaur, the second son of king centaurs." He said firmly. He nodded once and made no move to offer a handshake, his expression unchanging.
The giant prince, towering over everyone else, stepped forward with surprising agility for one of his massive frame. His gray skin looked like stone, and his facial features were heavy and blocky, almost as if he had been chiselled from the very rock that formed him. He exuded an air of power and strength, yet there was also a sense of wisdom and experience in his eyes, as if he had seen centuries of history play out before him. His deep, rumbling voice carried far and wide, and his words had a weight and authority to them that couldn't be denied. He offered a small but polite bow, and then extended a massive hand for a handshake. His grip was strong, almost enough to crush a normal person's hand, yet his touch was gentle and careful, as if he had a keen awareness of his own strength and desire to not case any harm. He gave a slight smile, his grey lips stretching in a way that seemed almost unnatural, and spoke in a tone that was at one deep And powerful, yet also warm and friendly. "I am prince giant, the oldest son of king Ymir. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
    The hulking form of prince orc, a member of the powerful orc family, toward over his compatriots. His skin, which had a slight greenish tinge to it, was rough and rugged, with a network of scarring that hinted at the strength and toughness that made the orc warriors feared. His tusks and predator-like eyes were the features that stood out the most though, the sharpness of his teeth and the intensity of his gaze serving to intimidate anyone who dared to challenge him. Despise his intimidating appearance, the prince appeared to be self-assured, as he moved with an Air of confidence that suggested he was in full control of any situation. One thing was for certain, his strength and power were undeniable. His presence alone was enough to send shivers down the Spine of anyone who dared to cross him.
    The prince werewolf was an impressive figure, his muscles rippling beneath his sink as he stood proud and tall. His light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing his pointy, angular features of his face. His amber eyes were like a wolf's, keen and intelligent, and his sharp claws and long fangs made his true nature as a creature of the wild clear. Despite his intimidating appearance, the prince werewolf exuded a sense of honor and nobility, and he approached with a respectful nod before extended his hand in greeting. His grip was firm and strong, a testament to the strength that lay beneath the surface. Overall, his appearance was one of power and determination, and it was clear that he had the respect and loyalty oh his people.
    The prince angel was a truly ethereal figure, his golden hair and wings shimmering in the light. His skin was milky white and he had piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see straight through the person. Despite his otherworldly beauty, there was something kind and gents about him. He had a calm, peaceful aura that made him seem more like an angel than a prince. When he bowed, his movement was graceful and fluid, and as he offered his hand, his grip was light and delicate. Despite his angelic appearance, there was no denying the power that lay beneath the surface. In a world of monsters and villains, the prince angel was a beacon of light and hope, a shining example of what a true ruler should be.
    Izabella took a deep breath and composed herself before speaking. She was nervous and intimidated by the presence of so many princes from different realms, but she did her best to maintain an air of confidence.
    As she greeted the princes one by one, She couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the diversity of their appearance and demeanor. Each one was unique in their own way, And she felt a sense of excitement and curiosity about getting to know them better.
    As the princes introduced themselves, Izabella listened intently, taking in details of their appearance, speech, and body language. She was particularly intrigued by the prince vampire, whose presence exuded a formidable sense of power and mystery. The prince angel, with his ethereal beauty, was another stand-out, and Izabella found herself drawn to his calm, gentle demeanor.
    Overall, the meeting with the prince was fascinating and memorable, and Izabella was eager to learn more about them and their realms. She was determined to make the most of this unexpected opportunity, And she looked forward to what the future might hold.

A/n: thanks for reading, if you have any ideas for the next chapter comment your idea, please