Angeal Sephiroth Genesis Novels & Stories

Hurriedly, she clears her throat while the people are starting to feel anxious for her. "Forgive me for my rudeness, Your highness." Genesis genuinely apologizes while she stands up fearlessly. "I, Genesis Arc, swear to be worthy of your people because winning your subjects favor is winning yours as well." She ends her spiel with a captivating smile. "I doubt that," Alphonso claims coldly. "You may doubt it, but I will claim it. Watch me closely, Prince Alphonso." She poises while her face looks straight into him. Her eyes burn with a passion that makes the Prince relax.

The tradition of the four princesses of the Colemans were passed down with every generation. Their code names were Seiryuu, Byakko, Suzaku and Genbu. Ange was given the role of Suzaku of this generation. She walked to Alex slowly as her intimidating aura made everyone else avoid her, including Beatrice. Beatrice was close to kneeling down due to Ange’s aura. “She’s coming towards us!” Michelle felt slightly nervous. Alex didn’t tell the full truth a while ago. Waltz might be more beautiful than Ange, but she was no match for her martial arts-wise. By sensing her aura, he could tell that this woman was close to achieving Earth rank.

“You’re the Healer.” I met his stare evenly. “I’m Zenith.” He studied me another beat, then inclined his head. “ Let me re-introduce myself again, formarly, now. Eldric Moreu. I knew your grandmother’s grandmother. She once threatened to turn my spine into a binding circle.” “Did she?” I asked. “Yes,” he said calmly. “It was educational.” Seraphine rose and dusted her hands. “Show us what Inferno showed you.” I swallowed and stepped into the basin.

“When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.” Osiris’s face pales, his eyes widening in shock. But then he winces and he touches the side of his head. “A Meraloth? I... I don’t remember what that is. Should I remember? I feel like I…should remember for some reason.” He must have gotten a flashback just now at the mention of the Meraloth. “It’s not common knowledge, even among our kind,” Nero explains gently. “It seems you were researching this before your memories were taken. Which means you probably f

One word for her bitch, no wait two words Total Bitch. Seth knew I was in his head. He took a step forward, ready for my assessment of him; long white hair with grey highlights that touched the ground. Blue eyes that were always too serious, thin lips to match his no-nonsense personality. Tall, well-muscled, and charcoal wings. With a six-foot sword attached to his back. Seph didn't look like your average angel, you know friendly. He had a hardness to him; he was a warrior through and through. Within him, I sensed that he would be my lieutenant. He reeked of power Seph has reason to be cocky, oddly he wasn't he's the serious, humble angel. Those are the words I use to describe him serious an

Observed. "I feel two links straight to your soulmate, both belonging to you and yet the other leads elsewhere whilst one is here." It said, reaching out it's finger to his forehead. "These are my eyes, Aubrey." It said as it pressed his finger against his forehead and in an instant, countless streams of different colours filled his vision all around him. He glanced down at his arms and noticed his body was glowing green. "The green colour around you is your energy. Now, look that the sphere, Aubrey." It said as it pointed to the sphere.

"To create a chimera." "Worse," Maya corrected, pulling up the final encrypted text file. She swiped it across the screen, highlighting a specific paragraph at the bottom of the Coalition manifesto. I leaned closer, my golden eyes scanning the bright white text. Project Genesis. Goal: Synthetic Aurelian Synthesis. Hypothesis: The Aurelian strain possesses absolute immunity to hierarchy mechanics. By fusing the dominant traits of thirty regional Alphas into a blank, biological vessel, the resulting subject will achieve kinetic and neurological parity with the extinct Aurelian bloodline. Status: Gestation complete. Awaiting awakening protocol.

Kaelen roared. He charged the clone. The boy didn't move. He didn't flinch. He just pressed a button on his cane. A high-pitched whine filled the arena. Kaelen stopped. He grabbed his head. He screamed. He fell to his knees clawing at his ears. "Sonic frequency," the boy explained calmly. "Designed specifically for the Genesis physiology. It liquefies the brain." Kaelen writhed in the mud. Blood began to pour from his ears.

Ehem, that's the soundtrack of RIO if you are familiar. "But you will never be able to find the war angel." Lord Jin replied. I blinked here. Does he mean that this war angel is not real? "Because it will find you." Now that is creepy. We cannot find it because we are the ones who will be found. Just what the fuck? How can he find us if he doesn't know that we are looking for him? Does it make sense? Right? Bullshit "Well, that won't be hard. The same thing happened with the Aqua Siren." Gen said that he seemed very proud.

Angelina suddenly cried, tugging the necromancer and trying to move out from the circle of the Dark right under the claws of the still undefeated basilisk and the hungry hydras. Reive got her by the arm, dragged her back, and quickly looked round for Gerhard Ayris. “What the gloom?!” he roared, seeing the Sepulchral Shadow had come unnoticed out of nowhere and pierced the throat of the king of Aldenor. In one swift movement, Reive created the symbol Tien in the air – one of the Ashgenrian runes. A moment later, the ghostly haze wavered in his splayed fingers. From the side, it would seem impossible, but he was holding tight the damned specter as if it were a living man.