Crest Of Kindness Digimon Novels & Stories

******* ---------------- Somewhere --------------- Kian is still feeling bad. He can still hear his loved ones calling out to him. He's in another world. The world where the mythical creatures are. The place where the deities live. He is watching the different mythical animals. He befriended them since he was 10 and this place became his hideout. Some of them can change into human form. "My lord, you came." one of the creatures said. Kian can talk to them whether in their original state or human state. ..sulking again?"

I closed my eyes as I took in a deep breathe. ‘Selene, you promised me victory. You said if I decided to go for this, you would give me victory. Please, keep your word now.’ I said as tears streamed down my cheeks. ‘This isn’t Amelia pleading, Selene, this is a mother pleading to you. You’re a mother, so, please, do this for another mother.’ I muttered and just then, I felt my energy refill as opening my eyes, I felt a different kind of strength as I rushed towards Gadob, sending a punch through his region, causing him to fall to his knees as I saw one part of his body fall off. As that part fell off, I noticed something. A crest. That crest. It was the same one that I had found on Alaric wh

Their guidance led the group into a new period of calm and success. While standing side by side, observing the herd they had put in so much effort to safeguard, they felt confident about their prospects ahead. The challenges they encountered had only strengthened their dedication to each other and to their community. The story of Crestwood Pack included not only fighting and treachery, but also themes of love, forgiveness, and the strength found in togetherness. Damon and Kyra's voyage showcased the strength of their connections and the future they were creating as a couple. The tale concluded not with a decisive conflict but with the beginning of a fresh period, characterized by optimism, r

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“And what will the little witch do? Offer himself? You’re already drained, Darius. Your soul is a dry well.” “It’s not my soul I’m using,” Darius spat. He looked back at me, his eyes burning with a terrifying clarity, “Kael, the Crest. Now! Use the link! Don't let the wolf hold back!” I didn't ask questions. I grabbed the silver Crest hanging at my neck and poured every ounce of my rage, my love for my sister, and my desperation for Darius into it. The silver turned white-hot, the rubies glowing like dying stars.

The youngest approaches sitting next to me, smiles wide looking into my eyes. _____________ I can say that the future queen is very beautiful. - He whispers to me with a light tone of humor - My name is Dimitri. - I blink a few times trying to understand what his is. ______________ I'm Ayla. - I answer dryly. ______________ I know. - He replies calmly - I've seen you on television since you entered the dispute for the Crown, you were my favorite. - Does he sound like a fan? The scowling bald guy kicks his knee.

It was dark, she hadn't brought a lamp with her, that was because she wanted to avoid any suspicion. As she reached the creek, she saw a soft glow inside it. She would have thought it was the mood, but the moon was absent. So she took a closer look at it. But she gasped when she noticed something inside. The temperature of the creek was rising, creating bubbles inside the water. The bubbles began creating a circle, leaving the middle bare. And that was when she saw him. The cstor. He was known as the most ruthless creature to have existed. And this was the other side of Dominus.

The Kitsune's face grew somber. “ Yes. I heard what happened. You have my condolences. I can’t imagine losing my entire village. What are you called?” “ Digama Kronos,” he responded crisply, introducing his rank then name, the custom when first meeting someone from another village. What about you?” “Beta Arai. And my friend here, who hasn’t seemed to find her tongue, is known as Beta Thora.” The taller woman was glaring at Kronos. The energy emitting from her made the hair on the back of Kronos’ neck stand up. But there was something else, something his nose told him, aside from the scent of ice and pine the giants carried.