Erza Scarlet Titania Novels & Stories

Opponents that even the best Hunters, the Five Colours, could not beat alone. I heard that Sara also faced a Scarlett elite during the battle. She practically lost but was saved by Rin Blair, a Dragon Emperor and a Legendary rank Hunter. Meaning that the Scarlett elites were at least their level. A level that I was never deemed worthy of despite my skills that I have sharpened throughout my life.

“I thought you would have learnt some manners by now?” “I would have.” Something dangerously low resonated under Xander’s voice. “If you had learned to stop flirting with any woman you saw.” “Beautiful woman, you mean.” Oliver let out a loud laugh, before drawing his gaze back to me. I watched something dark flicker in his eyes for a bit, before disappearing again. “And Kieran here isn't just beautiful, she's a goddess. A reincarnation of the moon goddess herself.” “Don't you dare.” Xander warned and I almost grinned at how territorial he sounded. “Don't you try to…”

"We remember the woman who rocked us to sleep. The one whose voice they recorded." Sister Marguerite made the sign of the cross. "Blessed Mary, mother of God." Daniela snorted. "More like mother of monsters." Kara's wings snapped open in threat—then stilled when I raised a hand. To my shock, she obeyed the unspoken command. Lina, ever fearless, wriggled between us to stare at Kara's retractable wings. "Are those organic?" "Titanium filaments grafted to the scapulae," Kara said proudly. Then, softer: "It hurt."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

And had just proved that fact running away. Yes, of course, I had made the excuse of not wanting to fall into the old patterns, but it is logical that I realized that tonight had been different. Matt picked up the vest and belt he'd tossed aside, but didn't put them back. your erection still pulsating needed to cool down. She tripped over something and bent down to pick up the tiara she'd been holding. had ripped it out of Merilee's hair. She must have liked that. No one could pretend like that. Does your reaction

She remembered Jenny's word. So, this was Nancy. She was beautiful, tall, and a bit of a Morena. Honestly, she was getting that one Barbie movie vibe. Was it Princess Charms school? A hint of bitchiness there though. Jenny had previously mentioned that. “How may I help you, Miss Alcantara?” she inquired dubiously. “Nothing, I just want to . . .” she paused, pondering her next choice of words, “check if you’re

getting worried for Me. Of course I never parted with the necklace which had a green jade pendent on it. It was the only thing that could connect me to my real parents but today I wanted Wayne to have it. I could find my parents from this but the bitter reality of getting rejected by them or the thought that they aren't in this world scares me the most. Wayne always loved sparkly things and she always had a liking to my pendent and today I wanted her to have it. In this world all what matters is her happiness nothing more than that. I looked at her... her eyes still at the pendent in my hand I pulled her near and put the small necklace on her. "It looks good on you" I smiled looking at her.

I hurry and bring it out of the closet, carefully unzipping it from the bag. “Hold on I have the perfect thing to go with that.” Scarlet stands up quickly and disappears from the room. She comes back moments later with a tiara, the same tiara she wore to her mating ceremony. It was also the one that our mother wore the day that she mated with our father.

The big steel scissors on its leg were clattering against the stone, cutting deep marks into the old rock. ​Elara’s white-lit eyes widened, the incandescent brilliance of her newly evolved sovereign core flickering for a fraction of a second in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. ​The silver-furred titan standing in the path of the automated army was immense, his shoulders broad enough to dwarf even the mutated, nine-foot bipedal form of Alpha Damon. His silver coat was a mosaic of jagged, ancient battle scars, his flanks caked in the dried, dark grease of prehistoric machinery. But it wasn't his size or his strength that made the breath catch in Elara’s throat. It was the raw, undeniable freque