Erha Danmei Novels & Stories

“And her name is Ereia.” However, Ereia looked stunned while staring at Yna. "Are you Yna?" Ereia uttered absentmindedly. I looked at Yna, and her eyes widened. "Do you understand them now, Ereia?" I asked. "I can only understand her," she answered in a daze. Yna felt so happy about it and flew towards Ereia. 'We want to see your face!' Yna said excitedly. Although Ereia was hesitant to take off her mask, she gradually reveals her face. Her hair is blonde with green highlights. The fairies surrounded her and showered her compliments.

I nodded my head at her question, "My name is Eira, younger sister of... king Gabriel," she said while pointing her hand towards Gabriel. "And that's..." She pointed at someone behind me, I turned and saw the other guy, who was with them yesterday, the blonde one. He was closing the door behind us before walking towards us and sitting on the couch beside us. "Geralt, my second elder brother," she said, I glanced at him and saw him looking at me. "Nice to meet you, Diannah," he smiled,

Fatima Khala said with happiness and ran towards Erina to hug her. Fatima Khala hugged Erina very tightly and said wiping her tears," I am so happy that you are back. You don't know how much worried I was for you." " Erina died, Khala. Just her shell is left behind," Erina said having a void expression on her face though tears rolled down from her eyes repeatedly. Her voice is holding so much agony that made Fatima Khala completely numb. Fatima Khala said consoling Erina," Trust on........"

The three ladies felt relief when they saw Erella covered by the fire. "That's what you get by being arrogant towards me!------Danica paused then looked at Erella arrogantly..-------- You are just the daughter of a baron, you still have the audacity to marry Max! You don't suit Max at all!" Danica exclaimed. Then she felt she became powerful because she defeated Erella but she was wrong. A surge of water was suddenly felt inside the room. It was like a wave of the ocean came into her room. The three of them were stupefied when they saw Erella extinguished the fire using water.

I spin around to find a woman I haven't seen before coming around from the side of the house. She is tall and thin. Jet black hair and milky white skin in stark contrast. Her eyes are a fiery red which is the only difference from her brother. She looks just like Thanatos. “Eris.”

[Name: Erika] [Level: 30 (1623 XP to 31)] [Race: Earth wolf (Royal variant)] [Bloodline: Ice] [Role: Empress] Praetors: (0) Princes: (0) [Abyssal force: 650/650] [Attack: 0] [Defense: 20] [Dexterity: 8] [Agility: 87] [Intelligence: 5] [Skills]: (v) Egg laying Lv 1 (20 AF/egg) Beginner Ice magic Lv 18 (^) Beginner Earth magic Lv 5 (^) Freezing bite Lv 20 (40 AF) (v) Imbue attacks with ice energy. [10%] Chance of causing [Freezing] for [40] seconds.

a girl asks from behind him so he let my hand go to see who speaks. I smile to see Merajane drinking a wine. Mera's smile to me seems like this is Mera’s work. SO this is the firework she is talking about. I wonder what this is about wait… Jerwel Prime? That reminds me of what Mera said before about a woman named Sammantha Prime who poisoned her husband for money. Then does this mean…

CHAPTER 7 "PULAAAAAA!" I exclaimed and ran towards Eula's dog. Oh my gosh, how I miss this dog! She licked my face and swung her tails, recognizing me. "Why did you brought her here?" Pula is a red retriever dog, it's a gift from Eula's ex-boyfriend. "I just thought you miss him." I motioned them to enter my house. I played with Pula for awhile while Eula is preparing some food in the kitchen.

He glanced at Danial sharply. “We tried to see it. There was nothing.” Danial remembered. “She said the same. That my fate and destiny are shrouded.” Abhaya looked up sharply. “What was her name?” Danial answered without hesitation. “Astrape.” All three rose to their feet at once. “The Demi-Goddess of Lightning, Thunder, and Judgment?!” they shouted. The white realm trembled. And far away, the world continued to reel from an event that would reshape everything.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.