Doranbolt Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

“Ouch.. why does it hurt and where am I?“ we both gasped as Elora literally woke up that very second right on cue. Maya loosened her hold on me and rushed to Eloras side. “Nothing of that matters right now. The main thing is, are you ok?” Maya exclaimed, stroking Eloras cheek with such concern in her big wide eyes. Elora smiled and gave a slight nod whilst trying not to wince at the same time. It was not a very convincing act. Even I could see that she was in a lot of pain. “Elora, do you know who I am?” I stepped forwards and she stared at me, confused. “You are the next in line alpha of the pack. George.” She answered.

“I can’t do this alone!” With a final surge of magic, the last threads of the curse snapped, and a blinding flash enveloped Liam. When the light faded, he was no longer the frail human. Instead, a magnificent dragon emerged, his scales shimmering red like molten Lava, eyes fierce and full of life. The transformation had left him disoriented, but there was a strength in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. Zayla’s breath caught in her throat, a mix of awe and relief washing over her. “You did it, Liam!”

This fight was over. “I’m not that easy.” The brunette watched on horrified as another Aidan appeared behind Major Dylan. Their mentor drove his kunai through the Aidan in front of him, which dissolved into water. The one behind him pulled his sword back and then swiped at Major Dylan’s head. Or where his head was previously because he had ducked. The demon of the mist spun with the momentum of his swinging blade and delivered a kick to the dark-haired man’s chest, throwing him into the water.

It's created by the swing of Dómr's claw. I knew they are training, but I didn't imagine it'd be a direct 1 vs 6 brawl. It's Dómr against Forsjá, Felix, Pearl, Asha, Fortuna, and Fylgja. “Fallið aftur, ljón!” (Fall back, lion!) Asha is guiding the flow of the battle by giving commands. Fylgja, the weakest of them, was injured by one of Dómr's ice crystal magic. Forsjá immediately pulled her back to take cover at their battle formation, healing Fylgja's wounds with her magic.

Something about his tone changed. “My name is Rio Vorthrane, Beta to Alpha Kael Vorthrane” he said. My breath caught as my ears registered that name again. My eyes widened slightly. “You’re—” “His cousin, and his Beta” he finished smoothly. My stomach twisted. Of course he was. Of course the one person who caught me falling from a window was tied to Alpha Kael of all people. “That explains the attitude,” I muttered. He laughed softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The corners of my mouth were actually bleeding, and my hair was disheveled until the water helped tame it. I grabbed a comb and gathered my hair into a bun, applying heavy makeup with dark lipstick. Normally, I dislike heavy makeup, but I needed to hide my exhaustion and the marks Dragon had left on my neck. I went to my wardrobe to put on my white dress, specifically chosen for today. It was embroidered with a sun symbol, and beneath it was my name, Ginny. The dress was knee-length, with a cut in the chest area that accentuated my curves and tapered slightly at the thigh. I smiled with satisfaction and tied a simple scarf around my neck, ensuring that Dragon's marks were completely hidden.

In his hand is a dagger that looks more authentic than the Orx which had once been in my possession. "Catch!" He yells, throwing it into the air, towards me. Lurching myself into the air, I grab the weapon mid-air. It's heavy and engraved along its length in good, are the words: 'THE ORX.' Taking a deep breath, I run towards Madam Noir and her companion, unsheathing the weapon. They are way too focused on crushing Dashiell that they don't notice me. The moment I'm close enough, Madam Noir turns around, and I drive the Orx into her heart in an instant.

he said mildly, and glanced around, taking the situation in. Doran had dressed down this evening, not in his usual black-on-black ninja-esque tunic and pants but in actual jeans and a Henley. Both black, of course. He and I saw eye to eye on fashion. He was well over six feet tall, with long inky hair currently in a messy braid, and his features were handsome but odd, like he’d been created by someone who knew what a human was but hadn’t really interacted with one. He was Fenwick’s shadow, the mage who kept us all alive when real trouble came calling, and I relaxed at the sight of him. No Oregonian sorcerer was his match, even without the sword Doran usually carried. He must’ve really been o

Queen Elfey said. "He isn't useless Elfey, he is now my puppet." "You….." She attacked him, sending him a back of fire as she transformed into her Dragon. Lord Daniel gave her a lopsided smile as he blocked her attack. "You know, you should have picked someone of your own size," he said. "Thanks for your help, goodbye Elfey." He added and walked towards Elfey. Elfey, who saw him coming, surrounded herself with fire made of long tunic.

Caspian muttered. Lastly, there was one sorcerer who drew my attention the most. My eyes locked onto the sketch of Dorian. My heart began to pound erratically. The line of the jaw, the cold yet oddly familiar gaze. I felt as though I had seen this person somewhere before. Not in a nightmare but in real life. “Who is this last one?” I asked, my voice trembling. “His name is Dorian, the Blood Architect. He’s the one who designs the ritual seals and ensures the flow of energy from the sacrifice reaches Vane,” Niobe replied briefly.