Erza Scarlet Anime Novels & Stories

—I'm not going to make a fool of myself and say that I don't know how strong our bond is, but this is so unexpected and confusing – he sighs, shaking his head – finding out that I'm a supposed princess who was kidnapped, seeing the suffering of those I've now found to be mine parents and being carried by a complete stranger who is my partner – I can see the turmoil of feelings she is feeling and I want to beat myself up for not being able to help it. —I know it all seems pointless now, but in time you will understand the situation better. I just want you to know that everything will be in its own time, we have eternity ahead of us – I'm sincere and I get a smile that makes all the hell I spe

I wasn’t sure I could handle some blows from Ronan. In just one day, it almost felt like my entire soul had bonded with him. “Zira!! What are you doing here? Do you think this is a place someone like you, the daughter of a Beta from a third pack, can come to anyhow?” Scarlet’s familiar voice rang out from somewhere in the hall. Just hearing her say my name ignited the already inquisitive crowd.

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 15😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I turned to see Reece coming out from another entrance and he looked hot like sincerely, he looked hot. He wore grey jeans and white shirt which displayed across his chest revealing taut muscles. Is it me or does he look more cuter with his hair curled backwards?

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

Like the Alpha suddenly rejected Chantal, and put me on the throne? I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking badly about Chantal. She’s still my sister. But she wanted me dead. She ordered those rouges to kill me. Then I remember the scarlet-eyed werewolf. It takes great supremacy to threaten those rouges without doing anything. He just stood in front of me looking at them. I wonder which pack he belongs to? I haven’t heard of the werewolf with the scarlet eye before. Does Alpha Primo know him? Well, if he is, I won’t have the audacity to ask him anyway, so what’s the point of having that idea, Chandria?

Because I never want to see this dreary image of Ryan again. He must be a bright light, not a gloomy darkness. ... Erza POV: It's been a while since I woke up. At first, when I opened my eyes, my body was covered with tape. The limbs and many parts of the body were severely damaged, with some broken and broken places, and toxins had also penetrated the internal organs. Clara told me I carry nine dead parts, only one living part. Lucky for me, I met a talented person. But I didn't expect the old friend Clara mentioned earlier to be Caser.

He said before lunging at me. I moved out of the way, and he slammed into the glass table instead. A vase shattered as he howled in pain. In my defense, he was going to jump on me and scratch me with his little paws. “My goodness, why are you being so cruel?” Saela gasped, rushing over dramatically. I stuck my tongue out. "Cruel? When?" I bared my hands and she pushed back her bangs to the back of her hair. "Eryn, your son failing to shift isn't my fault," Her lips coiled up in mockery, "I mean, Asher shifted successfully but Niko...what a pity."

I said and turned to leave, but before I could take a few steps, I heard Ezra's high-pitched scream, "Stop, Darian! Stop!" I raised my eyebrows, not thinking Erza still had the strength to scream like that. I was curious, so I turned around and looked at her. Erza tried to get up. The body wobbled slightly, then stabilized. Her face turned red. There are five finger marks on her neck. She glared at me, her eyes filled with anger and resentment. Her expression now was completely different from before.

The coyote mist howled—silent to everyone else, loud as sirens in my skull. The spiral behind my ear spun. I dropped the camera. It hung against my chest, strap cutting into my neck. Someone laughed behind me. Low, Kyoto accent wrapped in venom. “Careful, Valentina-chan. Some pictures develop teeth.” Seras Nakamura leaned against the chain-link, red streak in her black hair glowing like fresh blood under the lights. She wore the same uniform as the cheer squad but hadn’t bothered with the bow—looked like she’d cut it off with scissors and zero regrets.