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-"

Blade Ferguson is a cursed wolf and a bringer of doom. I rose from the bed without waking Camille and I went to the bathroom. After rinsing my face, I looked at the mirror and stared at myself. I was damn handsome—no doubt. I was wealthy, powerful, strong and invincible. But I still hated myself. No matter what Blade Ferguson do, I'd always hate him. The two years I had been Thomas Parker had been the most peaceful time of my life, a simple life but exciting and peaceful nonetheless. As long as I remained Blade Ferguson, I'd forever be sorrowful and filled with hate. There was no redemption for Blade. No redemption.

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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Delia growled, turning her head and glaring at Eden, “Stop making me say things!” Eden lifted an eyebrow, “I didn’t. You’re just an evil person.” She flushed. Her pretty face scrunched up in fury as she bared her teeth. Rogue red light flickered around her and Eden watched her carefully. "What is the nature of this potion?" Adolph asked. “Why does it matter?” Eden eyed Delia then looked at Basil who remained frozen in his seat. "When I was here… what was I?" Eden asked, "An attendant of some kind?"

Walda, the witch of Berlin Dome, appeared in a swirl of green light, her long green cloak billowing behind. Her eyes, sharp as sapphires, locked onto me. “Step aside, children,” she commanded, her voice a gravelly whisper. “Let me see the damage.” Brandon growled but moved back, pulling Amanda with him. “Fix him, witch. He’s royalty, Prince Leopold of Edelstein we can’t afford to lose him.” Walda knelt, her hands hovering over my chest, green tendrils of magic curling from her fingertips. “Gunshot to the chest. Nasty work. Niklas, join me—blue for stability, green for renewal.”