Dissidia Terra Novels & Stories

I think they’re curious as to who is stronger too. “Akira and I already put you on your ass twice Mark. What makes you think you can beat Terra,” laughs mom. “Only one way to find out.” I shift as does uncle Mark. We circle each other, waiting to see who will make the first move. Terra snorts as she makes her eyes glow several colors to throw him off. I can tell he is frustrated and decides to charge me. I internally smile as I snake a vine on the ground and wrap it around his legs. He falls, hitting his chin on the ground.

"Or perhaps something larger, using Blackthorn's instability as cover for interests that have nothing to do with Marcus directly." Petra, soot streaked across one cheek, approached with a scrap of half-burned fabric clutched in her hand. "I found this caught on the broken lock," she said, holding it out. "It's not local weave. I've handled enough merchant goods to recognize foreign cloth when I see it, and this isn't from anywhere near Ravenspire or Blackthorn either one."

CJ stares at me and points to the door. "It was nice meeting you Terra." He smirks. "You are so full of Terror." ^^^^^^^

She immediately bowed and so did her four companions, "Sorry, Your Highness for the blasphemy we did." "Y-You're the princess?" the man who pulled her asked. It touched Luna's hair but Sebastian immediately hit its hand. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian's complaint. He looked at the princess and smiled at her, "I'm Sebastian Chamillet, the most beautiful man that you will see in Magia." He looks like an angel but is a thorny warrior because of the scar on his eye. "I am Cassius Rodgers, Your Highness." the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand.

“Whatever bond existed—it’s gone. I feel it. I only want you. I need you, Seraphina. Please…” She let her fingers brush his. Then she leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his temple. “You broke me,” she whispered. “But I still find myself… wanting to believe you.” His shoulders sagged with relief. She smiled softly. Perfect. Later, when he left, she wiped the trace of his touch off her skin like poison. Downstairs, she met with Marlyn and unrolled a map of the estate. “We’ll strike next during the quarterly Alpha Summit. He’ll present you as Luna. Selene won’t bear it.”

“This b*tch would do anything to climb up the ladder! Don Corleone, don’t believe her lies!” Don Corleone slowly straightened and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. When he looked up again, only bone-deep authority remained on his face. “A tattoo?” He let out a cold laugh. His voice was quiet but heavy enough to suffocate the entire hall. “This is the ‘Iris Mark’, inherited only by the Corleone family’s direct bloodline. When emotions surge or body temperature rises, it appears red. No tattoo technique in the world can replicate it.”

Which meant everything Nathan and I had shared meant nothing at all. Bile burned my throat as Jade let out a coquettish little laugh at something Nathan said. The sound cut through me like shattered glass. Last night I had lain naked in his arms, utterly his, believing the rest of our lives would be that perfect. And now...now I was nothing. With terrible comprehension, I finally found my voice. "Nathan, what is this? Who is she?" Though I already knew the horrible truth. Jade turned her doe eyes toward me. "Oh, you must be Terra," she said gently. "I know this is very sudden. But Nathan and I are mates." She looked back at Nathan meaningfully. "Bonded by the goddess."

I questioned, hoping for a better news about what was happening in the Crimson. “They don’t know what it is. Herbs and medecines aren’t working. Wolfsbane treatments don’t touch it. It’s something new, Alpha Aarhea!” I gulped when I heard what he said. I shoved the chair back and stood, heart hammering. “We’re leaving, Ellias! Now. Get the car ready.” I ordered him. Ellias frowned, “ Alpha Aarhea, you’re in the middle of negotiations here. If you walk out...”

Before I could answer, the heavy timber door creaked open, and Terra stepped into the room. She wore her heavy leather hunting duster, a quiver of carbon-fiber arrows slung across her back, and her long dark hair pulled into a tight braid. She offered us a low, confident head-tilt, stepping up to the foot of my bed. "Look at you, Sovereign," Terra said, her dark eyes scanning my face with a smirk. "Color's back in your cheeks. You look like you might actually survive Melony's care." "I'm getting there, Terra," I replied warmly. "What's on your mind?"

"The false Luna and a rogue Alpha. How fitting that you found each other." Drake moved to stand beside me, his body tense and ready. "I claim neutral territory rights. We are not on Silvermoon lands." "You harbor a criminal sentenced to death," Marcus countered smoothly. "That negates any territorial protection. Alpha, your orders?" Zack shifted back to human form, and despite everything, my traitorous heart lurched at seeing him. He was shirtless, powerful muscles on full display, every inch the dominant predator. His golden eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made breathing difficult.