Cordelia Sakamaki Mga Nobela at Kwento

There had to be some way for her to knock the gem free of the case without touching the glass under the spell. The dragon’s tail came around as he fought against the attackers. Nya saw what she needed to do plainly in her mind. If she touched the case, it would shock her and knock her unconscious, but the dragon’s scales were able to absorb such a blow without him being hurt at all. “Hey, dragon!” she shouted, leaping out of the way. “Can you knock this over?” He turned and looked over his shoulder at her, a puzzled expression on his face, but then, he used his tail to strike the stand the gem’s container was sitting on. It tipped over, toppling to the ground. The glass shattered into a mill

Yamamoto Kazuki nodded and said, “Okay, I know. I’ll pay more attention to not let the opponent prevail. You can go back now.” Hanson bowed and answered, “Mr. Kazuki, I will take my leave now.” At that moment, a girl who had changed into sports attire appeared in the room. Wearing a pair of long sleeves and long trousers, she said with a soft voice, “Tanaka-san, please give this man a check of one hundred thousand dollars to thank him for telling us this important information.” This girl was extremely beautiful. She had a Japanese hairstyle with bangs. Just by looking at her, one would feel that she was quiet and elegant with the standard demeanour of a Japanese woman, but one would not imag

"Sigh. Sakura, how many times must I tell you? As my heir and future Miko, you have to always uphold majesty and pride at any moment." The door opened to show a beautiful and mature woman. She had long golden hair, fox ears, whiskers, and six golden tails. She was wearing a loose kimono that partially showed her large breasts and a monocle. In her right hand was a large gourde containing an unknown liquid. She was talking and walking with a bored expression, but the grâce of her demeanor was unmistakable. But, the moments she took a swig of her gourd and began gulping down what was contained in it–

Her grandmother seemed mischievous and fun. Nicolas got up from his stool next to Alexi and offered it to Alexi's grandmother, Cordelia. She smiles and takes a seat right next to Alexi. "Now dear let me hold your hands, I will learn what I need to know simply by touch." Cordelia looks lost in her thoughts to the point she looks like she is in a trance. When Cordelia was conscious, she looked at Alexandria and proclaimed, "I know where they are! They are with the Goddess Miseria, she is the Goddess of depression, of the Valley of Despair and lost hopes and dreams, regrets."

“Human, do you think there’s only one Aoda Sasaki? I’ll tell you the truth. The divine lords from Japan’s ten biggest shrines are all members of the Shura tribe. In no time at all, the Shura tribe will be able to return to this world. When the time comes, humans will become the pigs we feed. Hahahaha!” Right then. “Haha! Hahaha!” A woman’s voice sounded as if it was coming from above the clouds. “I didn’t expect to bump into you here, Alex Rockefeller!” “Do you think it’s the twisted fate between us?” “I didn’t go looking for you, but you ended up showing up on your own. Isn’t it great to be alive?” Alex found the voice awfully familiar. She was none other than Carol Rockefeller. She wore a

Beta Travis stated with compassion, staring at me with blatant adoration in his eyes. I gave him a small, tight smile, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and turned my attention instead to the she-wolf. It’s her calming lavender and sandalwood scent that I can smell. She bows her head low before meeting my eyes and speaking, “Luna, I am Cordelia, our pack’s healer. I put a splint on your ankle while you were unconscious.” She nodded at my broken ankle. “You were only out for about twenty minutes, so I was discussing with Alpha Atlas the best next step in your care.” Her soft voice reminds me of how pack mothers would speak to their pups, calming and caring. Her next words wiped out any sense o

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

There had to be a mistake. As we reached the side of the room, the man disentangled from both of us. Looking at me I see an awareness of who I was. He was breathtaking. He had dirty blonde hair slicked back, hair you could run your hands through. His eyes were a breathtaking silver color that sparkled under the lights. He was over 6 ft tall compared to my 5’4” stature he was a giant to me. He was all muscle and looked like he was in his mid 20’s. I wonder what he thought of me when he looked at me. Holding my hand out and smiling, I introduce myself, “I am Beta Lily Thompson from the Golden Moon Pack.”. As I said this the woman who was with my mate smirked. Looking at her I gave her

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.