Novel & Cerita Erina Soma

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled.

Riena let go of the boy’s hand as Anya approached, and the two of them collapsed into a hug. “Oh my baby, don't be scared. Mommy is here, okay?” I went to stand by them in front of Riena, my attention remained on her. She had dyed her hair black and looked entirely different with a wardrobe change. This wasn't Riena the office worker, this was Riena Kurobane, Blood assassin of the Yakuza, daughter of the Black Raven of Osaka. But it seemed Anya didn't care about that. She stood up, her face red with fury, and slapped Riena hard across the face. Riena’s men moved to react, but Riena held up a hand to stop them.

With that, Nerina swiftly swam away, leaving Joe, Bryan, and Nerissa momentarily taken aback by her unexpected response. Kyrie approached Joe, Bryan, and Nerissa from behind, accompanied by another young mergirl. She clicked for attention and signed, "I'm sorry about Nerina. Mom Eria isn't fond of the two of you, so she tells her merlings not to talk to you. But this is Mesembria, she's 13." Kyrie beckoned the young mergirl to come forward.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

“ With pleasure grandfather ! “ said Erina with a polite tone and went back to the center then walked near Liam . Liam noticed that Erina showed a devilish smirk while looking at him . “ Is there anything you want to say to me ?! “ asked Liam with a serious and cold expression . “ Nothing brother Liam ! I just wanted to say that you look really handsome today . I wish you all the best ! “ said Erina with a smirk . “ You too ! “ said Liam . “ By the way.......grandfather advised me to warn you.....to try and do your best . You are a clever guy Liam . I am sure you know what he meant , do you ?! " said Erina with a smile . Liam glared at her and leaned his head near her . " What did he tell yo

Garren muttered. “Who is she?” I asked again, my voice sharper. His eyes narrowed on me. His jaw was tense as he took a deep breath. “She is the Dragon spirit. Someone we haven’t seen in centuries. You have Selene and Terra. We have Ryuu.” ***

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

She surveyed one solemn face after another. “What should we do?” Someone inquired. “Stand up and fight!” She countered. “How are we going to do that?” “People, your Queen Aera suspected that the Dark Child is gathering the three fragments of the Nromais to rebuild it and acquire the powers of the gods before he pulverizes us all. All we have to do is find the other two and steal the one in the Dark Child’s keeping. Without the Nromais, he will be weak. And we would be able to beat him.”

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.