Novel & Cerita Doranbolt Fairy Tail

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

She inhaled sharply when Dorin appeared behind me, her eyes flashing yellow. “This is Dorin, your bonded half.” Dorin was rooted to the spot, staring at her, their eyes glazed over and flashing yellow as their dragons reached out to one another. Dorin took the first step towards her and that seemed to break the spell for her. “Abigail.” Dorin was right in front of her now and I felt like the third wheel. “Don’t do anything stupid.” I left them in the living room and closed the bedroom door behind me softly.

Fury ignited within me like a raging inferno, fueled by the protective instinct of an alpha defending his mate. The realization of Lenora's transgressions solidified my resolve. Her presence within our pack was no longer tenable. I held Eden close, my voice filled with a steely determination, "Lenora Mendalv and her father will be expelled from our pack. They have no place among us." Eden's eyes met mine, her gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and trust. "I trust your judgment, Dorian," she affirmed, her voice resolute yet tinged with vulnerability. "Your decision brings me solace."

Dorothy's cheeks flushed red. Danial was about to apologize when Dorothy waved both of her hand and said embarrassingly "It's okay" She then turned around and ran away with her hand clutching her cheeks as he felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. A while later Danial was seen on his bed while he stared at the System Screen Name: Danial Crowford Cultivation: Peak Third Stage Mortal Cultivation Main Cultivation Path: Normal Martial arts Cultivator Body Cultivation: True Iron Vajra ( Second Level Proficiency)

Chaos knew very well that he could easily crush her like an ant with his claws… But she held no aggressiveness within her demeanor, nor she held ay bloodthirst. And it wasn't as if he wanted to do this, after all, he wanted to give the Orcs a chance… perhaps seeking some more emotions within his cold heart, he was trying to be a bit like his father, who had many loyal servants. Perhaps making the Orcs loyal servants was part of this plan. Although he wouldn't have a problem eating them all if they were to refuse. "A-Ah… I-I am… I am Dura, the provisionary chief of the tribe… Until the males come back…" she said timidly.

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

He stood tall behind me, dressed in black, his silver eyes gleaming like moonlight on steel. His lips curved into that signature, infuriating, cocky smirk as he extended a hand toward me. “Take my hand, damsel,” he said coolly. “Unless you want to be dinner for Doran tonight.” Doran? I didn’t need to be told twice. My fingers latched onto his like a lifeline as he pulled me to my feet effortlessly. Still trembling, I shuffled behind him, half-hiding from the wolves like a child afraid of lightning. The black wolf—Doran—stood perfectly still, his golden eyes now fixed on Ronan.

A pit hollowed itself inside my chest. And then I felt... movement. Subtle, but wrong. My head whipped toward the treeline. There, half-hidden in the dark, stood Beta Roran - second to Alpha Harrow of one of the neutral packs. His body was stiff, his limbs locked unnaturally. But it was his eyes that stopped me cold - glowing faint green. Not natural power. Not even his own. Control. Dorian appeared like a ghost beside me, his presence a solid weight. His voice was low, dangerous. “Don’t let him speak.”

I frowned. AIKON The bottle of wine almost slips on my hand. I suddenly became out of focus for the first time. I looked up and saw the person responsible for it. “Black Dragon.” I shivered upon thinking of his name. I can’t believe he was him. The famous Black Dragon. The invincible. No mission failed. I sighed and was shocked when the bottle slips on my hand. Then someone catches it and spoke. “Hyung, is there something wrong?” it was the twin that substituted me a while ago.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”