Anime Aquarius Novels & Stories

Her brown skin contrasted beautifully with Edith's pale white skin. "May I know what kind you are?" Edith asked in a low voice. "I'm a witch from the Aquarius Coven. By the way, you are very beautiful Luna Edith!" "Thank you. What is the Aquarius Coven?" "A group of witches who use the water element as their power. You know...this is Venice!" Anatolia flashed a smile. Edith nodded in understanding. Anatolia was a friendly woman who happened to be destined just like her by the Moon Goddess. Edith felt relaxed talking to her since she revealed her true self.

Just when she turned to face me with a bloody face, I brought out my claws and dug it into her chest. “You made the mistake of underestimating me, Hannah,” I spat, feeling her heart beating under my very claws. “I am no longer the same girl who was naive and weak. My name is Aqua, and I will be the Luna Queen. Remember my name in the afterlife.” After my final words, I pulled back my hand with ruthless precision. Hannah's eyes slowly turned lifeless after I yanked out her heart and threw it on the floor. I stared at my bloody hands, expecting to feel self-disgust for my actions but it didn't come. Instead, I felt more empowered than ever.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

“Your bloodline is very important to us, Luna. We spent years searching for you—despite what you may think, you will not be a prisoner here.” Suddenly, he grabbed the knife at his belt. I flinched as he reached for my wrists, but he calmly cut the ropes, freeing me. Then, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “What are you doing?” I blurted out. “My Queen,” Eyepatch said, looking up at me with his one good eye. “Please forgive me for my actions.” I blinked. “Queen?” “You are a Lycan, are you not?” I froze. He was insane. He had to be. Lycans were extinct. Everyone knew that. They’d died off hundreds of years ago, long before I was even born.

“Now move!” Aquarius smiled, then raised his jug high and shouted, “Love’s Blizzard!” A storm of snow erupted around us, sharp as glass in the wind, tearing through the air as it poured from his water bearer’s jug. Aquarius stepped forward, unfazed, striding straight through the blizzard he had unleashed just for us. “You will worship my eternal love,” Aquarius said, his voice calm and terrible. “It is a winter’s kiss of devotion. Are you devoted to my love yet?”

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

“I hate it too, but there’s not much else we can do unless we want to start something with the Lycan brat.” I swallow hard, the tension between wanting to find Aeron and wanting to get Eva back pulling me in two different directions. “And what about Eva?” Nero meets my gaze, his expression hardening. “That’s going to be more complicated.” “What the hell does that mean?” “It means,” Nero says, “Eva is Darius’ Luna. She’s the rightful Luna of his pack. He’s got a claim on her, and unless she rejects him, that claim holds. If we try to take her without her rejecting him first, it’s going to start a war. And as much as I hate to admit it, we’re not in a position to deal with that right now.”

The pack's heartbeat resonated through the night, unaware of the storm brewing within its core. Arriving at the doctor's office, I listened intently to the muffled conversation inside. "Congratulations alpha, your mistress is pregnant," the doctor advised, his voice a whisper carried by the wind. I could do nothing but watch as my heart plummeted at the news of Lyra's pregnancy. *** The pain was relentless, an unbearable ache that gripped me. Tears streamed down my face, a silent cascade of sorrow. Memories of the day I married Lucian resurfaced—the disapproving glances, the whispers that an omega like me should never be Luna . Should never be queen, I was unfit to take that position.