Erza Scarlet Titania Novels & Stories

"It is not unexpected, Amara. It is necessary. Every fortress requires a hidden stronghold for its commander to retreat and recharge. Your performance requires absolute stability. I provide the environment for that stability." ​He reached out and, with an unusual softness, touched the sapphire on her neck. "I require the flawless, loyal Signora Valenti. I do not require the damaged girl from the slums. I removed the source of the damage, and I gave you the means to heal the internal scars. You will continue to heal. You will be strong. And you will fulfill the contract." ​He paused, a flicker of something like cold satisfaction in his eyes. "Now, we have reached the optimal time in your cycl

“Don't thank me yet. Promise not to be a trouble to the pack or secret spy, okay?” I chuckled softly. “Rest assured.” “By the way, what's your name?” I asked. “I'm sorry if I was being rude and didn't ask first, but I was in a crisis. I'm Violeta, you?” She smiled, staring down at my stretched forth hands and replied, “I'm Princess Thania of the moon veil pack. It's nice to meet you, Violeta.” She's a princess. That explains the expensive outfit, big carriage and guards. She was just like me. I used to be like this.

She sneered and shot back, saying, "I've seen plenty of manipulative women like you in novels! You came back with your son just to steal Connor from me, didn't you? And now this ungrateful father-daughter pair is practically worshiping you! "Mark my words, within three months, they'll be on their knees begging for my forgiveness, begging me to come back!" With that, she turned around and left. Erin ignored her dramatic outburst. Instead, she crouched and gently examined the marks on my face. "Sienna, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Does it hurt? Should I take you to see a doctor?" I shook my head. Compared to the suffering I had endured in my previous two lives, this slap was nothing.

TARGET: UNKNOWN. Her Vanguard mech didn't just react; it evolved. The cyan veins on her nanolaminate armor flared into a brilliant, searing white. She didn't reach for her weapons. She reached out with her mech's hand and plunged it directly into the pulsating, purple flesh of the Titan’s inner wall. "What are you doing?!" Xanthe shrieked, feeling a sudden, violent intrusion into the Titan's nervous system. "You cannot contain the mind of a god! It will tear you apart!"

A creature I never thought I would see in my lifetime. Snow-white fur glistened under the moonlight, streaked with silver like light etched by a goddess’s hand. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were violet flames, ancient and radiant, unlike anything I had ever seen. She was not just Amara. Not just Skadii. She was Eira.

Unexpectedly she was in Vampire's World during the early years of her formation 6000 years apart from her time. During this period there existed those who were even more noble than the pure-ancestral line. According to history, there are 8 ancestors, headed by the first - Lord Zos. This girl is called the third, then it can only be Titania. Brawen doesn't know her well, but posterity praises her more than cult followers praise their supreme being. Specifically, Titania, although not as strong as the first and second, but she is extremely beautiful and noble in the world. In terms of strength, in the whole world, only Lord Zos and Hidden Emperor* Vincent can defeat her.

she shouted, her fists swinging. I chuckled, seizing her wrists and pinning her down. "Oh, but I already have," I murmured, my breath warm against her skin. And just like that, the game had truly begun. I drew Scarlett closer, my gaze burning with an unnatural fire. "You see, my dear, the ritual needs a particular... catalyst. A vessel, if you will. And you, with your extraordinary lineage, are the ideal choice." Scarlett fought against my hold, but I kept her firmly in place. "Let me go!" she yelled, her eyes filled with fury.

"Grow up, Celicia. Stop pretending like you're the victim. You're just a constant reminder of the pain and loss." The internal conflict raged within me, a storm of emotions threatening to spill over. "I never wanted to be a burden," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Aunt Fernanda's scornful laughter sliced through the room, each word a dagger aimed at my heart. "You're nothing but a constant burden, Celicia. Mother is suffering because of you. Maybe it's time you face the harsh truth and get out of our life."

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri

“But I am human. I’ve been human all my life.’’ Her eyes widened with realization and she bowed her head. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn, Master.” I waved my hands dismissively. “Given the circumstances, you may react however you please.” “You’re definitely not human,” Dahlia repeated for emphasis. “Remember what the prophecy said, Dante: A child will be born of titanium blue, Scarlet red in all her glory, Listen for every word is true…’’