Erza And Mirajane Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That Mira was watching.” All eyes turn to her. Mira steps fully into the circle now. “I memorized your sigils,” she says quietly. “Every one. Not bad for a whore, right?” Elira’s gaze snaps back to me. “You couldn’t have known.” “I didn’t need to,” I say. “You taught me everything.” The dagger glows brighter. Cracks spiderweb across the collars. Elira lunges one last time. I catch the fallen sword and drive it clean through her heart.

She didn't know if it was an illusion played by the warlock, but she vaguely saw Azarias's figure. At that moment, the crystals exploded. Mira's vision turned black as Azarias's desperate expression was the last thing that occupied her sight. He was mouthing Mira's familiar nickname, there seemed to be tears in his eyes...

When my hand touches the person's skin, I feel a cool sensation that makes me want to touch more. But the strong scent of this person's perfume made my nose sting. I realized she wasn't Sharmaine, so I pushed her away and tried to come to my senses. My vision was sometimes blurry, but enough to see the girl's face. She's Erza, not Sharmaine. "Why you're here? Where's Sharmaine?" I asked coldly. Ezra replied in a coy voice, "This is my room. If I'm not here, where am I? Sharmaine isn't here, but I'm here, okay? I can make you happier than her!"

Almost… elegant. She walked barefoot across the mirrored surface, her reflection perfect beneath her. Her voice slid like a scalpel between them: “You killed the seed. Well done.” “Now let’s see what grows.” Syra stepped in front of Sera. “If this is another test ” Mira tilted her head. “It’s not a test, Syra.” She smiled the kind that always meant war. “It’s a reckoning.” The sky split. The mirrored ground cracked. The reflections Sera-as-Mira, Syra-as-Kirin rose from the surface, pulling themselves into being.

Emily snapped furiously. "Okay cool down angry bird. I need your help." Liam said. "Go on," "As you already know, Zahir is very sharp. If I so much as breathe in Mirrie's direction.." "Wait a second. Who the hell is Mirrie? I thought we were talking about Zada. Damn it. Are you some kind of playboy to get the names too confused." Emily asked furiously. "Hold your horses. I call Zada as Mirrie. Now can we move on."

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

Eoin, you will collect souls with Ayira and be her partnering reaper. Best Regards, Grim I furrowed my brow and shook my head at the asshole. He was acting like neither of us were ever a part of his life. Eoin wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "What are you and the little one hungry for, partner," he asked teasingly. I looked up into his amazingly kind blue eyes and told him to surprise me. Oh did he when he leaned over and kissed me briefly straight on the lips. I felt the spark of magic between us and was truly shocked.

It’s quite nice to relax. "YOOO!" “Thank God we’re leaving the campus!” "That's a good one, Pressy!" F*ck you, with all due respect, I'm not Pressy. Era is my name. I'll beat you if I have the chance. Because they were fools to begin with, they surrounded the pathetic paper that was given to me. I was just waiting in the corner, quietly staring at them as if they were idiots. Like they thought they couldn't come home early. Worthless scums.

I exasperate with relief, making out his pale face and extremely dull eyes that weakly stare at me. He croaks, “S-sorry, I got so tired...seems we’re almost done in by the quicksand.” His eyes descend and I follow them and flinch to see it’s gotten to our chests. “Mother! Father!” A new voice blares suddenly. “Sorah! Are you all in here- What’s this? Quicksand?” It’s Erza! With the fog practically gone, I begin to wiggle in the sludge despite the difficulty and I see someone standing right at the gaping hole. I recognize them instantly and so do the others who begin to call out to her for help.