Erza Scarlet Jellal Novels & Stories

Gently, with the precision of a jeweler, the Trench-King deposited a charred, motionless form onto the sand. "Kael!" Jax screamed, breaking the formation and sprinting toward the water. Kael looked like a piece of the volcanic vent itself. His skin was a mosaic of deep red burns and obsidian-like scarring where the magma had touched him. His hair was gone, and his breathing was so faint it barely registered as a movement in his chest. But as Elara knelt beside him, she didn't feel the cold of death. She felt a heat so intense it made the air around them shimmer.

she noted and I bit the inside of my cheek to control the smile that threatened to break loose. “I don't know what you're talking about” I said and she groaned. “Who exactly is this guy? Asides from being so hot, he possesses an aura and something I can't quite place” she said and my ears perked. That's because he's our Alpha and king Cecil. I couldn't tell her that though. It was a miracle that a simple change of clothes could confuse people so much. He looked so different in casual clothing that most people don't recognize him.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

he commanded, turning slightly, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlit peaks. The heavy door creaked open, and Jada guided Scarlett inside, her silver hair loose and cascading over the sheer silk gown, its transparency barely concealing the bandages on her claw-torn shoulder, side, and the bruises on her hand, her eyes glinting with defiance despite the pain. Jada bowed and retreated, the door thudding shut, sealing Scarlett in the Lycan’s domain. The air thickened, firelight dancing on her blood-stained bandages, as Winter’s gaze locked onto her.

Unfortunately, Scarlet did not even spare Hattie a glance. Hattie was a little disappointed. "Senior York, why didn’t Scarlet call my name?" Lucas shook his head in secret. ‘Scarlet is a zombie that I exclusively trained. Besides, how is she supposed to call your name when she’s only a Rank 3 zombie?’ It was already dusk at this moment, and there were no zombies on the street. The silence was deafening. Lucas looked out the window and spotted several humans who resembled gene martial artists. The humans were clad in white robes that had two huge, crimson characters written on them.

Erada rolled her eyes, were they not one of the people that looked down on the eldest miss. " There's a man I need you to summon, he has a deep scar on the side of his face, he has a pair of unique golden eyes and he has a diastema ( an opening at the front of his teeth)" Erada said. Although she could only summon all the guards after the evaluation, she was growing impatient, the three men constantly plagued her nightmares, those nightmares made her feel like she was still that weak and powerless girl that watched her mother being tormented without being able to do anything about it, she hated that feeling and until she killed those men, she would always get stuck in those horrifying nightm

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Eiser. I'll become the one thing you'll never be able to hold onto— the most dangerously slippery target you've ever tried to catch. *** ((Zara Lang)) Danny let out a long, exhausted sigh. "You're completely insane." That was the first thing he said after I slipped back into the black dress. The back seat of his Jeep had become my makeshift dressing room. We were already parked outside the nightclub. "I have to become one hell of a beautiful lunatic if I want to catch that mafia boss, Danny." I flashed him a crooked smile. "Come on. You know exactly what I'm like."

She realizes that I have noticed and gives a horrible, smug smile. "Well, let's introduce ourselves." I look in the pot and see a large man, with muscles almost sticking out of his suit, a straight jaw, a thinning beard, black eyes and even hair. "As you may have guessed, her name is Scarllet, a collaborator of your creation, and my name is Deniel, your creator." My eyes widen, and I blink several times to make sure I heard correctly. How can they be my creators? "C-creators? H-how is that possible?"

"The genes of the 12 heroes are a valuable item for our plans" "The emperor orders the absolute control of the slums and put an end to any source of resistance" "The rebels protect the descendants; we must locate them" ********************************* The information regarding his grandmother Jiang Xiaorou came to his mind. ("This cannot be") Jiang Xiaorou Human race Power Level: Untrained Deadly Vital Virginal Yin Body: Primordial Elemental Body Rarity: Unique