Novel & Cerita Arcane Kiramman

said Kiara when she looked at the dead body of the snake behind her . " I hate owing favors . " said Kerana . ' Heh ! this girl is a good girl . ' thought Kiara with a smile . Kerana walked towards the artifact and grabbed it . Just like the instruction said , a Kadar blood-related person can hold it but at the same time , not for long . Even though it hadn't even been half an hour since Kerana was holding it , she felt her head spinning and her eyes closed slowly , making her fall to the ground . The artifact , as per magic the artifact went back to its place . the people around that were watching everything remained surprised . Leader Samara was pissed at her daughter for saving Kiara but

Reiya: Hello there. Kiri: I knew there was something wrong with the crowd. Ban: What do you mean? Anex: Haha. My daughter's senses are sharp as always. Kiri: They were under a spell. Mind Manipulation Spell. There was no such demon who goes by the name of Hage Raker. Ban: How would you know that? Lisa: Kiri's been visiting these auctions since she was small. Of course she recognized the demons in and out who are avid auction fans.

Without his implement, Kieran coughed up a mouthful of blood. Aria silently lowered her hand. No one saw the Soul-Summoning Plaque that could command a hundred spirits, nor the sword intent capable of cleaving through almost anything. She simply stood there, looking like a rogue cultivator without any arcane skills. Which was true—she didn't know any arcane techniques, relying only on her physical abilities. After his injury, Kieran leaned on someone for support and glared at the newcomer. "Mr. Bond, what is the meaning of this?"

wow she can accept aman 's relation in her life but not mine " Kiyara...what is going on, first answer me why have you tied Aarav up in room?..what is wrong with you two?" " aman bro....I .." "She wants revenge aman, from me and of course mainly from dad, because she thinks that dad has raped her mom and killed her...her mom's name is garima oberoy , so she wants to use me as a pawn in her revenge game, isn't it Kiyara?" I looked at her but she was ignoring my gaze...and I hate it.

“My lady, are you okay?“ Aryann asked. Kira finally stood up, her white cloth completely dirty and half of her face stained with mud. She looked at Aryann and asked, “Where is the lake?“ “What?“ Aryann blurted out. “Where. Is. The. Lake?“ Kira spelled out loud in anger since Aryann has a tendency to make her repeat things. Aryann gulped and bluntly answered, “It was dried out.“ “What?“ It was time for Kira to blurt out. “It. Was. Dried. Out.“ Aryann equally spelled out, not to spite her but to repeat what she did. “Dried out? Dried out? Is that possible?!“ Kira asked with a loud voice. “Who the hell dried it out?!“

Dante reflected then he turned with his mouth half-opened and his eyes squinting facing the three head-on as the trailing plants with many prickles effortlessly passed through his vibrating body like he was invisible. “It had no effect on him? Like he just disappeared!” The being marked being inside the smoke questioned. “Don’t be fooled, with my eyes,” said the rider of the Kirin having a heterochromia iridium. “I could with no difficulty see his tricks behind his movement. It was just a dodge nothing special! Pamēla full speed ahead!” With her call! The Kirin hit the muddy ground with it’s front right hoof twice then a stance; a stretched neck downward as it’s long antlers fixedly pointed

But within three days, the rumor that I had been retaliated against for some shameful affair had spread everywhere. By the time I tried to clear my name, it was already too late. It was not until after I killed myself in old age that Vanessa came to pay her respects at my grave. Those hypocritical eyes of hers grew moist for two seconds as she thanked me for everything I had done all those years. But she said she did not regret it. In her mind, I had taken the place meant for the man she'd never gotten over and killed her fantasy. If she had to do it again, she would still do the same thing.

Lara stumbled backward with her smile collapsing instantly. "What did you say?!" Arvan's voice was low. "Don't speak carelessly." I smiled bitterly. Tears pressed to come out but I held them back with all my strength. "You two prayed that Kirana would never exist." I looked at Arvan directly. "Your prayer was granted. Kirana has passed away." "That's not funny," Arvan said coldly, but there was a crack in his voice. "Don't make up stories. Kirana is fine."

Without a word, she tossed an old, yellowed scroll onto the table in front of Rayden. "This is the final shipping manifest from the Bramasta family's secret warehouse from ten years ago," she said, her flat voice sharper than usual. "It's the only record in their entire archive that mentions the name Brahma Angkara." Rayden immediately seized the scroll. His steady hands broke the cracked wax seal. Inside was a long list of high-level spiritual resources—Pure Flame Crystals, Spirit Essence Jade, and dozens of other rare materials—in a quantity large enough to fund a small sect for a decade.

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.