Eren X Ymir Novels & Stories

Her question was acceptable as it almost everybody would be able to see the sharp contrast between the beauty and the beast… Odd to put it that way and a bit crude but that was what it was. I rubbed my temple and tried to answer her, “Yesmir is a newly born demon who was forcefully torn away from his mother’s womb and captured by some occultists. They were trying to summon a Greater demon but somehow their spell backfired and they summoned the wrong demons twice…first Yesmir and then Venzara.” Venzara looked at me with contempt and I hastily added, “I mean, Venzara certainly is superior to the newborn offspring of a lesser demon and she has vowed to help us in completing our missions. Yesmir

A week of storm-wrought skies had passed since the Black Ember ritual. The Mirror Reborn’s banner, broken mirror over twin moons, now flew above an encampment in the ruins of the Sunless Spire. Exiles and outcasts from every realm; rogues, shifters, fallen angels, demon-spawn, mustered beneath it. Their queen had proven her power: Ash and Shadow, Fire and Death. But tonight, despair flickered on lips. Nyra stood atop the shattered altar, holding the raven’s bloodstained letter. Ink of iron-red spelled a single sentence in her twin’s hand:

Since when had she become such a person that smiled at others pain and misfortunes? “Speak up!” “I...am at the Guerriero family basement,” the man said weakly. “What’s your name?” Alexander asked, this time sounding like an inpatient person. The slow responses he was getting was probably annoying the hell out of him. “I am Ymir,” “Do you know why you’re here?” This time it was Enzo who asked the question, he also walked closer to the bed where the man named Ymir lay. “I...am a soldier of the Council—Urgh!” His entire body raises from the bed as Alexander landed a heavy punch to his abdomen.

They all looked at me then look at each other. "Mother, you were right. Phina can hear the cry." My mother said to grandmama and then she cried again. I looked at grandmama who was about to cry, said, "I thank the Gods for giving you to us. You are the rightful heir of the throne." She said and went to me. She then again held my hand and then kissed it. This, the kiss of the elder Fyre only means one thing. She is granting the mission Father gave to me.

Nyxara awaited us in a chamber of mirrors, her form a perfect inversion of the goddess: raven-haired, eyes twin voids, lips curved in a smile that promised annihilation. *"Little Vessel,"* she crooned. *"You've brought me a gift."* Her gaze locked on my mark. *"The Anchor. How... delicious."* --- **EDEN'S POV** The fight was a blur. Nyxara moved through the mirrors, her touch unraveling spells. Mom's starlight clashed with her shadows, each collision spraying acid-bright sparks. Rhydian lunged, his mark flaring. Nyxara caught his throat, her fingers sinking into his skin. *"You taste of Thalassar,"* she purred. *"Let me *relieve* you of that burden."*

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

stupid mirror insists. “Fine, we go for Xylon’s mate then!” Roselyn snaps at the mirror. “Have manners, I will just shut down.” I can’t believe that we are now being threatened by a stupid mirror. We might have been reborn, but our powers are not as strong, and the stupid mirror knows. “Sorry, please tell us about Xylon’s mate,” we ask in unison. “He will be mated to Beta Carl’s daughter…” “And she will be a product of two rare breeds and immune,” Roselyn says sarcastically.

Glancing back to Xurden, he displayed anger in his eyes. Xurden's grip came with a querying look. "Do you know me? You can even see me." "Should I? You sound as if I must know you," Yric pretended. He did remember who was the man but he was trying to forget what happened the night he meet him. Xurden's brow knit releasing his hood. Their eyes connected and Xurden stared at Yric's intently making the younger guy petrified on his toes. Xurden didn't even blink as his eyes glowed blue.

Kaden said with a sudden pause, his eyes lost in thoughts. “Unless what brother?” Kole questioned. “Ymir had a little daughter back then. I spared her life, so now she has come for revenge it has to be her.” Kaden said, gritting through his teeth. I was a lot more curious who Ymir was? And why were they at war with the shaman witches? “So she is a descendant of Ymir no wonder her magic felt so familiar. But either way, she is just one shaman witch. We can take care of her.” Krys says confidently.

This was no ordinary mountain ground. A voice slid into my mind, not a sound, but a thought that wasn’t mine. “Come closer, Clarissa.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The answer shimmered through me, neither male nor female, heavy with an echo that felt like it came from a thousand mouths at once. “I am Xireth. The Spirit of Mirrors. I hold the faces you’ve hidden from yourself.” Before I could ask more, my vision shifted. For the first time in days, light poured in. It was not sunlight, not the muted colors of the real world, but silver light that glowed from everywhere at once. I gasped at what I was seeing, the blindness was gone.