Emhyr Var Emreis Novels & Stories

He's the cat-shaped elf. "Well, if he's an expensive elf, he can stay in my house." I thought I was rescuing a damsel in distress, but it turns out I was stealing someone else's love... Emerl suddenly poked his head out of the grass. He must have heard me call his name, because he pranced over and rubbed his face against my skirt. "His name is Emerl?" "His full name is Emerold, the Emerald." Ulysses reached out for Emo, and to my surprise, after almost four years, no one but me had ever tried to pet him, but now Emo was rubbing against the palm of Ulysses' hand, causing static electricity.

It's just that she’s sadistic. "No. That's my dance move." I retort and walked again. We were not even able to walk when I heard someone call my name. "Shiloh," I looked in the direction where someone called me, and I saw Emery waving. Unlike me, she is an elementalist. An Earth elementalist to be exact.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

Thea, Wyot, and Taran appeared one after the other. “What happened?” Wyot asked, while Thea and Taran both looked at James. James responded, “I’ve received news that the Great Elder of Emyr Island in the Central Plane outside Endlos has made an appearance in Endlos. Emyr Island is the home of the Extraterrestrial Demons that attacked Endlos. The Great Elder’s name is Lor Willasse, and he’s a Sovereign Third Rank powerhouse.”

“S-She is the woman you have been looking for.” This froze Emperor Claus for a moment, thinking that he was probably mishearing him or Evander was simply talking about someone else. It was because he found it odd why Emery would even be there in Elescaster City. “Who is it exactly?” he asked. “It’s Emery Trigon, Your Imperial Highness.”

Minutes passed, and I almost gave up, but then it came… “Kaiser, are you still out there? Please help me. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what he wants to do to me, he wants to break our bond. He calls me his mate, but I think he’s insane, he’s fucking insane. Please come save me Kaiser, come save me please don’t let go of me like that. Please talk to me…I need to hear your voice again…” Emery said all at once. Her voice was laced with sadness and anguish, and she was crying. What could that moron be doing to her?

Lord Herod continued, turning to Emeriel with a warm smile, "you are in the presence of our first and ultimate ruler, the grand king." "Y-Your Grace, it is an ho-honor to be graced with your presence.” Emeriel swallowed nervously and executed a deep curtsy, her voice trembling slightly. "A human," Daemonikai observed, his tone neutral. It was not a question, but a simple acknowledgment. There was no trace of the disgust, anger, or hatred that usually accompanied such a declaration from an Urekai. Instead, his face remained impassive, his voice polite. "Yes, your Grace," Lord Herod confirmed. "I discovered her during one of my trips to acquire more slaves. She is a Syren, and we are deeply de

I let out my short breath as I finished tying my braid into its bun, I knew exactly what he was about to say and I knew I didn’t have a clear answer. “I am not comfortable working with Emeric,” Even his brother's name tasted like poison to him it seemed. Looking up from the mirror, away from my hands that just finished tying my hair up, I looked over to the side and saw Emrys standing against the doorframe, his chest and abs on full glorious display, black inky hair swooshed over and indeed in due for a cutting as it almost touched his thick brows, and even though he had been up in the mountains for weeks, his skin was still golden.

Genevieve: I refused to let Emre threaten me, so I stepped forward and looked him in the eye when delivering my words, “If she hadn't intervened and put herself in this spot, she would be fine right now. And before you ask me if I have any empathy, let me tell you something, Warrior Emre,” I faced him and noticed the color of his eyes. His hazel eyes stared at me when I muttered, “That is all I used to have before. But don't worry, I am changing now.”

But Eries will only come out when she wants to, which may not be often. Eries is an entrepreneur and has many connections to the business world. Eries apparently owns her own condo unit, but she doesn't want to use it every time she returns to her personality. She also doesn't know anything about business at all compared to Eries. Even in baking, she doesn't remember that she is good at it. Aimee is innocent and carefree. She never harms anyone. Instead, she helps people.