Fireking Stories

She was born of earth. He was forged in fire. Together, they could burn the world-or save it. In the shattered realm of Elamira, magic is dying, and those who still wield it are hunted. Roselyn has learned to survive by hiding her gift, living quietly among mortals who would never guess what she is. Until the night she finds a bloodied stranger in the woods... and uses her magic to save him. Her mistake? He's the Fire King-a ruthless ruler feared across the lands. A man whose hands are stained with war... and whose eyes burn for her. Drawn into his dangerous world, Roselyn must navigate the deadly tension between them as kingdoms fall and power shifts in the shadows. But the closer she gets to him, the harder it becomes to tell what's real-his promises, his kindness... or the pull of something far darker. Because in a world built on ashes, love isn't salvation-it's the spark that starts the fire.

"We were fire." "Wrong we were fire and ice"

She's the beautiful Princess reduced to solitude in her castle with her father. He is the handsome soon-to-be king, instructed to find a wife. She escapes one night, he leaves to 'think' They meet, is it True Love? How could it be, they don't know whom the other really is... And she's the Water Princess, he's in the fire King. They are from two different worlds, such love cannot be real, or can it? Written by Nalu_Fangirl101

This is a story that I made ages ago but I made few adaptations, so enjoy? Btw ages ago is when I was 10 years old and I'm now 16 so about 6 years ago. So, I never said I was a writer. I only posted this because I thought it had some nice story.

She took a step forward, the words spilling out before she could stop them. "Why did you... risk yourself like that?" Kieran hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I... I don't know. Maybe because... because I couldn't stand the thought of losing you." The words hung between them, heavy and raw, and Elysia felt her heart twist, a painful ache that was both terrifying and thrilling. She had sworn never to let herself feel this, never to let her heart become vulnerable. But here she was, standing on the edge of something unknown, something that both scared and exhilarated her. They stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the tension between them thick and unyielding. "He is fire, fierce, and wild, and in his flames, I feel both burned and alive. I am ice, cold, and unyielding, but in his warmth, I feel myself melting, vulnerable in ways I never thought possible." In that moment, she realized that no matter how dangerous this journey became, no matter how much it tested them, she was no longer alone.

"You were a burning house I thrived in, you were as haunting to me as a flame. You were never difficult because fire isn't stubborn. You touched me like you had never seen skin before, and I loved it. It was winter when we were most in love and our love was pure black chaos. And it wasn't until the searing scars started to appear on my pale skin that then I realized you can't make house's out of burning sheds."