Aoi Asahina Sprites Novels & Stories

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In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

LYRA I stare at my reflection in the mirror, transformed. The gown I wore was a piece of perfection hugging every curve of mine. The silk fabric clings to my skin, showcasing my figure in a way that makes me feel so different. The dress is a deep, rich blue, almost purple, almost like Sage knew exactly what to pick out for me all the time. It's an offshoulder with long lace sleeves flowing. I know this date was supposed to be casual but Sage didn't think as I did. He was hell-bent on making it a bit overboard.

His torso was magnificently bare, and admittedly, I took a few moments to admire the smoothness of the perfectly sculpted muscles I am mockingly itching to touch with my bare fingers. The sun is rising, rays going to work on the thickly frosted windows, the remnants dripping down the window in the form of liquid lit by the encroaching daylight. Gentle oranges and subtle pinks dance across Jasper's face. His eyelashes brushing against his cheeks, his lips partly open. The bed sheet twists around his limbs, a contrast to his sun kissed skin. An Alpha, in a vulnerable position. I slip out of bed, wishing there was a better heating system in here. Muttering to myself, I find fresh clothes in my

she explained. Shame for him, Serina's game plan is actually quite similar to what she executed on him before. His mana quality is most comparable to that of Lower Beasts, making them an easy target for her to control. "Each one has different number of eyes, ranging from one to three, but all in all, there are twenty-five eyes to hit. We will both carry 25 arrows and once they're all consumed, return to this area. The sprites will collect the eyes that are struck by arrows then."

a sprite pouts. “We could make him happy.” “He’d never be grumpy again.” “Only happiness and sunshine.” “Yeah, I could get addicted to this,” Orsid murmurs. “Why don’t we sit back down. We still have a lot to discuss and I’m sure our new little sprite friends would love to snuggle up with those of you who are willing,” I say. We return to the fire, and in moments, Orsid, Norrin, Torin, and Avalon are covered in sprites.

one of the male sprites practically purrs at Orsa. She frowns, then tilts her head, getting a curious look on her face before she starts purring loudly like only a cat can. I watch the sprites all shiver as if they’re having an orgasm. “Do you hear that?” “Oh, do it again. Do it again.” “I’ve never heard such a sound.” “I felt it in my soul.” “No, I felt it in my soul!” The sprites begin arguing while Orsa smiles a real, genuine smile, the first one I've ever seen on her.

We were only stopping by for a split second just so that Saiora could change into a graphic baby-blue, cropped tee from her oversized brown t-shirt. "Oh my gosh!" I unintentionally exclaimed. "Sai you're a genius!" I finally understood her choice of codenames. "Hiroshi is Blossom, Dean Buttercup, and Alex bubbles. Okay, I agree with you. I was just confused before as to why there were three because my feelings for Hiroshi have depleted but I get it." My feelings for him perished just as quickly as they'd come.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.

Their hair color ranges from light brown to dark chocolate brown, like Emerson’s. We watch as the sprites weave their magic, somehow getting the flowers into all of the twins’ hair without upsetting anyone. Actually, it’s the opposite, the twins seem happy to watch the sprites as the flit around them. I smile as I watch them periodically lean in and kiss my twins’ cheeks.