Durarara Characters Novels & Stories

A frown flashed across his face, Where was Marxis? , He was sure he did not die in the war, he survived the battle, maybe wounded but he was sure he did. Voices brought him back to reality as the doors behind the thrones opened and in walked a bunch of men, not actually men to say. There were elves, dwarves and other magical creature that resided in Aratia there, along with an elemental or two, and among them he saw zarae, in full black gear as she pushed people back protecting someone,

“Nope. Not a single one.” He sighs dramatically, placing a reassuring hand back on my shoulder, and points them out one by one, giving a quick run-down. “Alright. That miserable-looking one there is Elder Corvin—the one who permanently looks like he swallowed a whole, unripe lemon. Next to him is the perpetually silent Elder Theon. Then that younger-looking one, with the sharp, hawk-like eyes, that’s Darius. The silver-haired woman beside him is Lyra, the brunette with the judging eyes is Selene, and the one with the dark hair and the consistently sharper tongue is Mira.”

Another Nether Dark Wyvern fell over the floor, however, this seemed like a young adult one, and it looked particularly burned. Dura had done this, as she stepped over the still-struggling monster and crushed its skull with a powerful attack using her giant axe. The beast died almost instantly, although it released a groan of agony as its brains exploded out of its skull. Dura's muscular and tall body was coated in blood and brains, she looked like a red-skinned barbarian, although some of the male orcs around found her rather sexy as she slaughtered the giant beasts.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

There were also two darker circle below his eyes, which means he had not been sleeping. Arata took a deep breath before he opened his note. “Okay so… Some of us will be tasked with finding about red haired people, and that doesn’t include me. You guys know my expertise so it’s obvious I won’t be joining you…” Arata grinned flatly to his audience, trying to joke. But when the only audience that replied was the cicada in the room, he stopped his joke and faked a cough. “Not funny? Okay. So there are three names. There are Hayate and Hi-chan, Karu, and Goro. The details from our little brother wasn’t quite helpful as they had only heard those people from whispers.” “But I gave you Goro’s physic

Burrock Eld From the Dwarf. Leona Strica From Merpeople. Draculea von Alucard From Vampire. Queen Natasha From Demi Human. Akira and Reno from the summoned people. The meeting is about how to made a counter team to fight the Dark lord. In the meeting is about to finalize the one that will defend the last defense point of humanity while the others is to strike back. But the King Choice made Akira snapped. Akira: CID AREYOU SERIOUS ABOT THAT!!! Cid: I’m Serious. And my decision is Final.

♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Lazarus Suarez † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Lorenzo Takahashi † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ R.I.P 🕯⛼🕯 ╚═══════════════╝

Darren came back into his senses but it was already too late. The blood pooled beside her head, she was unconscious, face upside down, Darren didn't know if she was dead or alive, but he didn't stop there, he ran to call for help, but before he ran from there, Beta Lucas came looking for Kaoraz he saw her falling off and without thinking anything, he shifted in his wolf and claimed down the rocks.

“I thought you lost the rose that day.” Lilly finally turned to Dara and Soriya. “Who are you?” Dara chuckled. “I’m Dara, that one’s sister.” She nodded in Chan’s direction. “And I’m Soriya,” Soriya said. “Also, that one’s sister as well as this one’s sister.” Then she turned to the two boys. “And who are you?” The boys laughed. “I’m Timothy,” the older one said, nodding and flashing a toothy grin.