Edelgard X Byleth Novels & Stories

“Because I have you. You will protect our child. You will raise them to be better than I was. To be whole. One soul, not two at war. You will tell them about me. Not the monster, but the woman who tried to fix what she broke.” She leaned in and kissed him. It was a kiss full of goodbye, sorrow, and a love that had started in darkness but refused to die. She put every feeling she had into it. Then she pulled away before he could hold her close. She stepped to the edge of the ledge. “I am the life that pays the debt,” she said in a strong, clear voice. “I am Elidra of Silver Crest, the White Wolf. Take me.” The dragon did not wait. It swooped down and opened its massive claw. But it did not gr

Edith followed Seth and stood before him. "By the grace of the universe, I, Veela Edith Novakovic...claim Werewolf Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby as my immortal mate, immortality will always be with us. May the grace be with us forever!" Edith hugged Seth's body and closed her eyes. Seth felt warmth touch his skin and saw a bluish aura emanating from Edith's body. Seth also saw a pair of golden wings emerge from Edith's back and embrace her body.

And everything falls back to me per usual. The village of Eldad lies beyond the Halden Woods, veiled by the magic of the Revian plants. We are all wolvens, so we operate like a hive, like separate parts of one mind. Each one does according to his/her ability, not too small and not too much either.

Serphina took a deep breath “In the realm of Etherealis, Elysander , our father. was once a revered and powerful figure. As a guardian of ancient knowledge and magic, he was known for his wisdom and abilities. However, Elysander’s thirst for power consumed him, corrupting his once noble intentions. As you know he had three daughters, each possessing their own unique magical gifts.I the eldest daughter possessed the ability to manipulate light and harness its healing properties.My sister the second child of our father , Lyanna, had the power to control the elements, commanding fire, water, earth, and air but only briefly, usually for show, she had the weakest ability but she usually made up f

"I'm afraid their leader may have something against our Luna. We got word that he may......" Xander growled, he hates anyone trying to harm our Luna and Hazel, his mate. "He may what?" I yelled, I was getting frustrated with the whole situation. "This guy you're talking about Blake... he better not lay a hand on my Luna and Hazel, or I will rip his head off in one single bite... no one threatens our mate." Xander sneered. He pranced around angrily, growling. "He may be seeking for revenge sir." "These..... so called undercover leeches he sent..... are they aware we know about them Alpha? It could be dangerous if they find out we have allies inside their camp. They may-"

They were two of Dexter's betas. I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade. Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened "Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"

His eyes were a mixture of brown and green and always speculative when they looked at her. Did he find her wanting or something? Sigurd, her father’s blood brother, was a tall man with red hair turning silvery in places. She caught herself staring at the small, forked beard braids and avoided his pale green eyes after that. His wife, Ruth, was much smaller than he and flanked by their twin boys, Snorri and Egil. Being Beyla, she had to ask, in Norse: “Do you have Vercian middle names? Mine is Amber.”

They cheer and weep and call me saint and savior and bride. I stare straight ahead. The roses look like splashes of blood against the snow. At the northern gate waits a second cage-wagon, larger, drawn by eight black horses that steam and stamp. The bars are carved with runes that hurt to look at. Eldorian emissaries stand beside it (tall, pale, armor like liquid night, eyes glowing faint violet). Their skin is marked with moving runes that crawl like living tattoos. One steps forward (female, wings like fractured glass folded against her back).

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