Aerith X Sephiroth Mga Nobela at Kwento

Akito is the Captain of White Knights, he's like the second commander of the army and Kai is the strongest knight in their army. The last time I saw them was their departure from the war, they were looking buff and muscular with beautiful, silky hair. Akito has a girlfriend while Kai is single, I think. Akito is the simple and kind person and Kai is the inverse of his brother, he's the older and wiser of the family. To think that Faine is stuck with two brothers that are over-protective and can't let any boys around her, it must be annoying. "I don't need them!" He yelled loudly at her, glaring as well.

Aria’s breath caught. The Oath wasn’t her mother’s curse it was the Goddess’s guilt, her creation turned against her. Rathar wasn’t just a wolf. He was the Moon’s shadow, her darkest mistake. “You’re her failure,” Aria said, her voice cold. “And I’ll end you.” Rathar laughed, raising the crimson shard. “Then end yourself.” The rift pulsed, and a vision hit Aria and Kael, his crimson mark consuming him, his eyes lifeless as Rathar rose stronger.

Arieon laughed as she pulled away. "Do you still love him?", Agatha asked her. Arieon looked into her green eyes. "More than you can imagine", she said. "Why don't you tell him?", Agatha asked. "He hates me and he's infuriating", Arieon answered. Agatha let out an annoyed groaned. "It's like talking to a rock. Eat your food. I'm going to tuck the kids in, I'll be right back", Agatha told her. Arieon nodded abd watched her friend leave.

She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” The night was dark as pit hole with a chilling air blowing out. And in this complete stillness even the air could be detected with its ringing sound, as if getting hovered by the darkness of night the air turned out to be an nightingale. Ahil and Hiya were standing in each other's warmth, as if two lost souls looking for their destination finally met. When the radiating heat between them finally clicked and with a sudden awkwardness they seperate.

Monsters shaped from nightmares, creatures from the forge—Nyx Wraiths slithering in the dark, Hellhounds howling through scorched wind, Revenants dragging rusted swords, and towering beasts I didn’t yet have a name for. And among them— Zerathos. Cloaked in smoke and tendrils of pure shadow, he stepped forward like a king returning to his throne. My stomach twisted. The bond between us—this unwanted, lingering tether—buzzed faintly. My light pulsed in rejection, Aria hissing in warning. “He’s calling to me,” I whispered. Xander’s hand gripped mine, firm. “Then don’t answer.” I steadied myself, placing my other hand on his chest. “We end this. Today.”

"If the infection spreads through the Five, he'll be consumed." The Shadow's Promise That night, Ariyah sat by Aeron’s bed, cleaning the silver ichor from her own wound. The wound was reacting to Aeron’s presence; every time she got close to him, the silver in her blood pulsed in sync with the scar on his arm. A soft knock came at the door. It was the High Priestess.

After that he disappeared, tch, I hoped that he will stay much longer, but guess not. I went back to the bed and tried my real best to sleep, and now I really fell asleep. ~~~~ Guess what? I am once again dreaming. "Sera." A male voice called me. His face is blurred but I can see his eyes clearly, it's like it's taking me to the deepest part of the ocean. "Come here. It's about to rain, we need to find shelter." He said, and 'I' nodded. Who is he? "Oh no, the soil, it's starting to mush." I am guessing that this is my brother, Vermont. "Lady Sera, the wind is blowing hard towards us. The heavens are also bothered by the wind." Said Zeph, since I still don't know her name.

Like a leaf caught in the hush before a storm. “Good morning, Alpha,” I greeted carefully, keeping my tone neutral as I walked toward the table. “Morning, Vireya,” Xareth said with warmth, his voice smooth and inviting. “Please, join me.” I nodded and took my place, my eyes flicking back to Siora, who stood directly opposite me. Her eyes remained downcast, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as if to contain her fear. “This is Siora, right?” Xareth asked, his fork clinking gently against his plate as he cut into a slice of roast.

She could not. It felt like a rib had been torn from her chest and replaced with frost. Aeris paused atop the marrow dais. “One more thing.” Seren lifted her head. Eyes hollow. “You may not break this pact,” Aeris said. “If you do… he will forget you.” Then darkness swept the chamber. Seren stood alone. Outside, the sky wept once more. Not rain. Blood-mist. The kind that sank into fields, clung to boots, never truly washed away.

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.