Arias Osora Novels & Stories

Even more so now that she was training. Ares stiffened beside me, his pupils turning white as his vision flashed before him. When he came to he immediately traveled us to the elf building, inside a room that didn’t seem like in West Ora. Seeing the large Window to the right, I noticed a hilly terrain with lush green grass that blew in the gentle wind, appearing so soft, I was tempted to step out. There’s no grass like that in West Ora. I turned to look at Ares, finding his eyes fixed on a golden cauldron in the center of the room.

‘I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful. An endless prospect of magic and wonder’ –Ansel Adams ‘I can’t seem to have enough of this sight’, Aurora said. She was at her favorite spot in the whole of Bellona kingdom, at Biase Mountain, the highest point in the kingdom. Of all the magical sights within her universe, this struck her the most. The view was a magnetosphere decorating the sky with a blend of graceful colors, a glorious ray of interwoven colors of different shades stitched into the sky. From whence, her name ‘Aurora’ was coined, as the spot was known as Aurora Biase. She always wondered if her keen admiration of the view was as a result of their shared name. The magnifice

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

I asked. “Yes,” He said with a nod. We were busy having fun when we heard the alarm, I went to open the door when I opened it, I met Celeta in front of me, she pushed me in and sat down on the sofa with me. “Archer, how could you lie to me? Hola is not from this pack but from Blood Crest Pack, he is even Gebe’s daughter” She said with a frown. Adrian and I both exchange glances and I whisper to

"Your activities have not gone unnoticed." Arthur's displeasure was very vivid in his demeanour as he stared at the faces seated around the conference table. "Rio, Havana, Chersky. Your debacles have made headlines, and all in the presence of an unauthorised personnel who could very well be an enemy combatant too. Tell me, is this how the Supermen are supposed to operate?"

I definitely didn’t expect to see her after she started showing. “Hope!” Artis calls as Hope steps out of the car. She rushes up and hugs her, then pulls away. “You’re pregnant?” Artis asks, looking at Orsa to see if this is going to upset her. We all suffered while Orsa grieved for her child. “I am, but that’s not why I’m here,” she says looking at me. “Where’s your friend?” I ask. “She found her mate.” “Her mate?” Orsa asks, walking up. “But she’s human.”

“Selina Crow left us the information and fled. She’s one of a handful of witches and wizards left, and they’re only alive because they hid from the Huntsman. But we looked up the Huntsman’s middle name and found Orias on the list of Solomon’s demons. Orias is thousands of years old. And like most demons, he has a gift of making trouble when he visits Earth.” “This article is one Selina Crow did,” Randy explained, “outlining all of the demons Solomon summoned thousands of years ago, what they’re capable of, and where they might be now. It seems Orias was on Earth making trouble one hundred and thirty years ago when Jacob Cypress’s mother caught his eye.”

A swipe of Kiss-Me Pink lip gloss, and I’m ready for the commute. Both sides of my family’s bloodline run deep olive skin, kissed by the sun, eyes so dark they almost look black. I stand out like a sore thumb. The local boys tease that I must have fae blood. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re right. I am Alora Windsong. My parents had traveled to Alaska on a much-needed escape when I came into the world, born beneath the shimmering veil of the Aurora borealis. My mother’s name was Lyra, and from her and the lights of the north, they shaped my name—Alora.

direct. At the age of 500, Aranjo was ordered to always wear a veil, including when the little girl slept. Ara was sad, but she couldn't do anything. Ara is disappointed at the indifference of the night God who is Aranjo's biological father and grandfather, the Demon King.

Morgan is laughing in my ear at my words. “In truth Lee, she came to me at a time when I had accepted death and welcomed it fervently”. He turns to fully face me, holding an old leather bound book. “The Kings of Ossory”. Hmm… What does this have to do with anything? “What is Ossory?”. Handing me the book, he guides me to the first page where there is a map that reads Eriu. “It means goddess Emma. Ireland it’s called today”. He slides his finger down to Ossory. It’s a drawn out territory. “Ok, but what does Ireland have to do with Morgan?”.