Emi And Maou Novels & Stories

He was against this marriage. " Your dad sent it for you." Mom said clearing my doubt. " Really," I asked in disbelief. " Yes, he did. Give him some more time. " mom said. I nodded and brushed the back of my hands on my face. " You know, Men of our family have poor digestive systems. They need extra time." Aunt Mayra mocked, rejoicing with us all. " Stop crying Evie! Your husband will shoot us." Mini mocked. " Shut up. Let all finish there's food." I chuckled and threw the napkin at her face.

After the duke left, he took advantage of his absence to open the book about the Emius once again. He was dying to understand what the purple colour he saw on Taegen's eyes meant. As he was flipping through the big book, he read a lot of interesting things he didn't know about these strange creatures. The one that struck him the most was the fact that the Emius are the most sensitive creatures when it comes to a breakup or the loss of someone very dear.

“Come here, Ema.” She looks up at Koden, but he is watching me. She stands and comes over to me. She stands in front of me and I have to admire that she stands tall, her head held high, even though her eyes are lowered in submission of my rank. “What is your rank, Ema.” “Luna, Alpha of Alphas.” “Luna?” I say and I feign surprise and look at Bastian. He raises an eyebrow and shrugs as if saying, ‘to each his own’.

"Shift now—Ember leads." In a fluid ripple, Alya became Ember, her auburn fur gleaming under the starlight, fiery eyes blazing as she bounded forward, a low growl rumbling from her throat. Mara shifted to Storm, silver fur bristling, her snarls echoing as she flanked Ember. Lila remained human for now, her star tattoo glowing white, ready to heal, her heart pounding with terror and resolve.

"You have no idea how hard I try, but he never listens to me... I'm running out of ways, Molotov." "We just have to get it into his head that nothing that happened was his fault. Émie was the mirror image of Emma, but that's not bad, she needs to learn to control Mauricio and his emotions. In time you will understand this better and I am sure you will help him." "Time for congratulations. I've been looking for new ones for a while now, let's go." - Maurício then emerged with his hands in his pockets and a straight face.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

I smile at her to reassure her that it's okay. She hasn't yet learned how to control that ability of hers and I smile thinking of something that can help her. She's too precious to be ignored for something that can actually be a masterpiece. A treasure box. "It's Zaitelle, you can call me Zai," As soon as our hands touch, fate starts to work its job and I never knew that the mo ment our path crossed, something will happen that I never expect. What is your role in my life, Jazeera?

The creature froze mid-air. Because that— Was not possible. Emily looked at it calmly. “You’re too weak.” The words weren’t loud. But they hit harder than any attack. The sky above trembled violently. Dozens of creatures descended instantly— All at once. Marcus moved. “Enough!” His aura exploded outward again— Golden light crashing into the incoming enemies. Some were pushed back. Some slowed. But not all. Emily didn’t look at him. Because behind her— The ground army attacked. The giant roared.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

Although I did remember the bite, there were no marks to prove it. “After I got us out of the pool, I laid you down on the gazebo. But then I got a mental call from Miaka,” he explained, “which was strange because, one, Miaka doesn’t call for help, and two, I had strict orders forbidding anyone to disturb us for the night. Turns out, Emiel had attacked the castle.” I gasped. “Emiel! Is everyone alright? Is Miaka alright?” The thought of little Miaka in Emiel’s clutches horrified me. I knew that Emiel didn’t harm humans because of some sick twisted reason, but Miaka, although a child, wasn’t human.