Elizabeth Meliodas Novels & Stories

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

She gripped her mother's hand, which surprised Helene, and shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was also clutching the doll's hands on the other. "Melpomene, Jasmine, and Mom. Together. Forever!" She then hummed a singsong melodic line before cheerfully clapping her hands. Helene smiled back as she combed her hand over Jasmine's hair.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

Damien Yves Étienne’s POV The Ophidians are the most dangerous and mysterious mafia clan. According to their name, the group is made up of snakes that will slowly wrap themselves around you, choking you until they devour you. And I am their ruthless and vicious leader, Python, who is also a bit of a loner who has no friends or relationships. I'm always alone because my life is too difficult and my heart is too heavy to ever let anyone in.

“After Elena spoke to her and walked away, she returned shortly after. The second person Gloria met was Bella. As for the third person, we’re still unsure—it’s possible that either Bella or Elena came back again later on.” I heaved a tired exhale. “Are you saying that there might be someone else?” “Yes” he responded. “It looks like she was waiting for someone even before she encountered Elena and Bella” he added. “Just keep an eye on Elena and check for more evidence. Something’s not right with her.” “Already on it.” He said handing me a few screenshots and stood up walking away. *** That evening, after a golf session with my grandpa, Michelle and I returned home to an empty house. Mum was p

“…Um, to be honest, I only know my friends and you that are participating. So I would say, my friend Kieran. Liam acknowledged what Roy said, as he thinks of Roy as a unique person, and he has a feeling that Roy knows what he is talking about. Liam lowered his voice slightly. “People are saying she might be watching.” “She?” Roy echoed. “Solace.” Roy blinked. “Who?” Liam stared at him. “You’ve never heard of the Goddess of War?” “Sounds made up. Like a wrestler's name or a mom with a temper.” Liam grinned. “Solace. The Hundred Breath Executioner. Ended the Battle of Scarlet Valley solo. No army, no backup. Just waltzed in and ended a war.”

Elizabeth watched in disbelief as the injury slowly healed, leaving only the bloodstains behind. She stared at the master, wide-eyed, struggling to process what had just happened before her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Wiping away her tears, she sat up with the Master’s help, her gaze never leaving his. “Who are you?” “I am Elbert Edgar,” he replied, his voice calm. “Someone who once knew you.” Elizabeth’s mind swirled with confusion. “What...what are you?” Elbert remained silent as he removed his sunglasses. Elizabeth gasped, staring at his piercing red eyes.

A gust of frigid air blew into the shady but adequately-lighted chamber and from the chamber walls the demon heard a disembodied whisper with a curse that says: An offspring of a fallen of Mundu, and a human will ever never do; No more a wicked Baal can enter, The spirit world of Mundu forever. “Helia Baal– Mistress!,” cried out unexcitedly the goat-headed demon servant to her fallen mistress. The witch had sprung up to consciousness after a short spell and got back on her feet. She rubbed her face and sensed it was tighter and smoother and her nose less crooked. Her obscure mane appeared it had trailed on a sea of flames and red-hot embers. She blinked her eyelids over her heterochromatic

“You’re Giorgi, aren’t you? The doctor’s son.” “Yes, I am.” “What are you doing here, Giorgi?” Magdalena was slowly losing her patience because she thought Giorgi was the one who had raped Sara, or at least one of those responsible. Giorgi became confused and couldn't answer. “I just come here to spend time sometimes. This is my hiding place.” “What do you do here, Giorgi? Have fun by raping and killing girls?” Magdalena slowly moved toward him with the knife in her hand, certain that in a few moments she would cut him to pieces.